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This is a Post It Note drawing of Troy doing his best Hamlet. Shakespeare eat your heart out. "Artzee Fartzee" and Artwork © Copyright Troy M. Grzych.
This is where I live, more or less, since I work from home... laptop screen blew out and computer fixers charged me $150 to say it was broken, wanted $200 more to fix it - instead, rigged it to old computer monitor, so I type on laptop, view on old monitor. Weird, but it works, and old screen is for posting reminders, of which I seem to need so many.
this is from the fantastic blog, things we forget. please go check it out-- it's wonderful! these post-its are left anonymously in public places, in singapore. i think this is a fantastic project!
© Nicole Raisin Stern
Colored pencil & sumi brush pen on a yellow post-it note (1.5 x 2 inches). Here's another view from the other side of the doorway.
Part of 100 more teapots.
This is a video recording which I took of post-it notes falling in slow motion, after being thrown up into the air. The song, 'Interlude' byt the band 'My Chemical Romance' is added to the background. This was part of a mini project titles 'Post-It Notes'.
A post-it note that Emily Snyder wrote to me and left on my bathroom mirror. That was a long time ago.
I had an entirely different photo taken, process and posted for today but then I started working on a project and now here I am reposting a DIFFERENT shot for my 365. Meh.....I like this set of shots better than the first one anyway (more in comments!).
And......it's Saturday and it's fun to play along with Cliche Saturday.
Day Eighty Five:
The pda may have tried it, the smart phone is giving it a go and the tablet pc is doing it's best but nothing is ever going to replace the humble pen and paper when it comes to the all important taking of the notes. And you know why? Well of course you do that's why there's no point repeating it so lets just move on.
Oh hell, bugger and dear it's that time again when we jump in to the future by an hour and my ever precious slumber is cut into. Yes it might serve a purpose but then again so does my sleep. Where else am I going to be sailing a little boat to a far off land where I'll swap a mysterious object for a huge gatling gun presented by Noel Fielding from The Mighty Boosh?
That is the dream I had last night. Very peculiar. Oh and I was given a large black furry coat to go with the great big gun. I'm not sure what all that means but it's bound to have a deep seeded meaning as all dreams do. At least according to the big book of dreams and if it says what it says then what it says is what it says. I'm not saying it's right or wrong or somewhere in between but it most likely is one of those things. And a book too.