a specie of wasted revolt fully spread throughout my gesture and his haughty attention while we simultaneously paint a single canvas was far too obvious not to be considered. we ended up as dirty competitors fighting in a chaotic environment where one of us could find selfish and egocentrical reliable art. we both failed like amateurs would fail: mercifully. thank you for asking, but we keep our telepathic chain just in case one runs out of light blue or pale yellow. nowadays you never really know, one may get lost in abstinence.

[living in pairs]