• 2020-2021



    2020


    December 10th

    I post a panning video of my shitty landlord’s attempt to remove mold, followed by photographs of my cat’s belly and back legs now covered in hives. He posts a panning video of his dogs belly and back legs.



    January 6th

    Being a punk for Halloween. The star on my cheek appears on the robot, my friends become the other girls.

    I’m classy.

    January 28th

    At this point he must know my entire cadre of images so well, he would know where to find what face of mine to add to what body.

    February

    Images from the beginning of 2008. I used to send him a silly phone pic every time he left Ocean Grove.

    The stars, the Canon Elf inspires the extra long nose.

    My dippy hairdo replicated, an ear made of meat, etc.

    March 3rd

    Feathers make for a feather duster.

    September 21st

    He must have forgotten to log in?

    October 9th

    The headband from the cats’ pillow, hair from naked me and old me, face combined from then and nowish.

    He often uses this dark hair / red lips image of me to combine with newer versions of me. Our happiest time, I think.

    November 25th

    Outtakes from our last months.

    The pink highlight coloring the power plug, the background color dictating the TV background and rug colors, the old TV mimicked.

    The post-Stefan boyfriend and I broke up, and here I am telling Stefan that I think he’d painted me in his works. sheesh.

    I’m a goddamn blind fool.

    December 27th

    December 31st


    2021


    January

    When I was sad living at my Aunt’s, Stefan would cheer me up with deadpan ridiculousness.

    January 8th

    January 11th

    That weird forehead ridge and using the pattern of spots on the Christmas tree for blood splatter.

    He tagged this one with “SpaceGirl”

    Baby cousin’s face, baby uncle’s body, meter on the arm, planets from light spots, and Neil DeGrasse Tyson’s hand.

    November 25th

    I actually caught him with this one. I noticed his drawing was just like this photograph, which I knew was not public. I don’t remember how it resolved. I didn’t notice/realize that the monster head was made out of bird feed and eyes.

    Even a generic tree background is identifiably one of my photographs of Ocean Grove.

    March 7th

    Shortly after I posted a throwback to my second lung collapse scar, he posts his old wound photos.

    The private view of my flickr auto-uploading progress pics from my phone

    His hand for me.

    Our initials behind him. Both of us capturing each other’s scared soft inner tiny squishiness.

    March 28th

    Googly eyes at the WFMU radio station, and Stefan’s adorable aliens.

    just fucking kill me.

    May 4th

    I’d photographed this injured flying squirrel Stefan had been feeding before it died, paired with a hawk he’d recently found.

    The sausage, bent and unbent fingers, and drawings inspire the creatures, the statue and table umbrellas make the flying dude.

    You clever adorable man.

    the innocence is killing me.

    Hunting through family photos muttering “why a lion?”

    My flickr stopped auto uploading my phone content and I’d hardly been photographing, so he’s getting more and more obscure with the archival reference at this point.

    June 14th

    This one is odd. DJ Stan, his three fingered grip on my shoulder, his smoke shop shirt, with hair and nose tendrils of smoke, the demon for Prof Dum Dum’s blasphemous metal show made of spiral telephone cord.

    June 18th

    Just a few weeks apart

    A cosplayer? The profile does not exist.

    My pillow makes an accidental elf ear, the yellow pillow in the background inspires the headband pattern.

    Our first two times hanging out.

    Wavy lines for urinal stinkiness?

    all next to each other in my Flickr

    Wedding guests at different angles combine for the portrait, her hat, and her reflection. The red dress inspires the hat, my photo from Seattle inspires the mirror.

    Gary Busey and Tony Clifton combined!

    Stefan’s self portrait after one of the first times he crashed with me.

    my shitty drawing, then his.

    Photos from the 90s

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