things and not things.

i live in brooklyn.
i am a freelance illustrator.
i like strong coffee and fur coats. rooftops and whiskey sunsets.
some but not all paintings at atomicgoodreau2.blogspot.com or atomicgoodreau.com.
some but not all stories at http://ecrituresetmiroirs.blogspot.com/.

Jul 1
the opossum whisperer. the opossum whisperer.
Posted at 1:24pm

i still exist. i still exist.
Posted at 1:21pm

Jun 22
and for good measure. me and billy the kid. and for good measure. me and billy the kid.
Posted at 10:00am

i neglect the internet now. working on a sailboat sucks time away from technology. here is an antique flame thrower gnomes and gin. soon there will be the voodoo king.

i neglect the internet now. working on a sailboat sucks time away from technology.

here is an antique flame thrower gnomes and gin.

soon there will be the voodoo king.
Posted at 9:58am

Jun 16
we found some pretty flowers. he dared me to eat one. so i did. we found some pretty flowers. he dared me to eat one. so i did.
Posted at 9:01pm

me and my brother in portland. i am drinking some sort of tea and he is eating some sort of himalayan meat plate. laying on the asphalt during the gay pride day festivities. me and my brother in portland. i am drinking some sort of tea and he is eating some sort of himalayan meat plate. laying on the asphalt during the gay pride day festivities.
Posted at 9:00pm

Jun 13
it is 11 a.m. in portland oregon. my new york brain thinks it is 2 p.m. so i am drinking left over willamette valley wine in my hotel room. typing up art installation proposals. looking out windows and staring down volcanos. waiting for my brother to pick me up and bring me into the north west forrest to shoot tin cans with pistols. then crab sandwiches and pbr picnics under portland pine trees.

it is 11 a.m. in portland oregon. my new york brain thinks it is 2 p.m.

so i am drinking left over willamette valley wine in my hotel room. typing up art installation proposals. looking out windows and staring down volcanos. waiting for my brother to pick me up and bring me into the north west forrest to shoot tin cans with pistols. then crab sandwiches and pbr picnics under portland pine trees.
Posted at 2:04pm

Jun 9
i saw this man sing last night and it was so amazing i cried. i saw this man sing last night and it was so amazing i cried.
Posted at 9:32am

Jun 8
what’s wrong with this? it is june and i was comfortable in a jacket and scarf. what’s wrong with this? it is june and i was comfortable in a jacket and scarf.
Posted at 12:13am

Jun 5
my hero. my hero.
Posted at 10:31am

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