Saturday, March 30, 2013

Lohbado loses his job

The boss looked at Lohbado. The boss had few interests other than to get what he wanted. He loved feeling power. It compensated for the lack of passion in his life. In revenge against those who enjoyed life, he could impose regulation. He took pleasure in creating stress and disappointment among his underlings.

Monday, March 25, 2013



You me he she personality, the essence, show me, he she, us, them self other for me against me, look in the mirror. Where is your personality? Some funky smeary charcoal circle mess pen ink slop, very serious. Don't laugh. It's serious. It's me, you, he, she, us, them.

What is the feature which distinguishes your personality? With what kind of splender or squalor do you deck your self? What does your self look like? Which thought could summarize yourself? Where is your self located? Does your self stay in one place, or does it move around? Does your self change and evolve with your body or can it exist independently of your body? OOOGAH! Does it matter whether you agree or disagree with the rise and fall of a sleeping baby's belly?

Sunday, March 24, 2013


A proud rooster keeps a eye on the carrot in order to spank the banana before it touches the garlic.

Friday, March 22, 2013

blabber king

Sometimes Lohbado was seized with an irresistible urge to blabber whatever flowed through his mind, especially after drinking too much coffee. What he couldn't put into word, he turned into pictures. During such moments, he recorded his words and pictures in a notebook, in order to not torment the people around him, at least, he tried not to blabber to them too much. Notebook or blogging blabber is benign.

What exactly was Lohbado trying to say? It lay buried beneath layers of personality or self-consciousness. Maybe there was nothing there at all except noise and images. Maybe the deeper he dug into his discursive mind, the more space he would find. Who knows what's going on in the mind? Maybe nothing, except water dripping endlessly.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

history lesson

This is what you could say if someone asks you if you learned anything from your mistake.

Friday, March 15, 2013

multiple Lohbadohs

Which is the real Lohbado? The minute you put your finger on one Lohbado, a whole bunch of other Lohbadohs appear. What is the essence of Lohbado or the Lobadesque?

hand made book event

Christina's anatomy book

At the Belgo Building in Montreal was an exhibition of handmade books, at a gallery on the 5th floor called Les Territoires.

Thursday, March 14, 2013


This depanneur has everything you need to pass an enjoyable soiree with friends.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Three Lohbadohs

three Lohbadohs
The symbolism of three is three thousand times greater than any three things three people could imagine while counting to three. The list is long and predictable, so here are three highlights:
Pay attention to what you do, pay attention to what you say, pay attention to what's going on in your mind.
What happened to the past? The present vanishes the instant it is born. The future is always just beyond reach.
Awake, dreaming and unconscious...

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Lohbado waves

Lohbado lost in thought

Lost in thought, day dreaming, every day it is possible to slip away into a mental fog and to barely notice what's going on.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

look at me

Please look at me, please click like. Please friend me. Please be a follower. Please subscribe. OOOOOOO. MMMMM. Meow. Me. What a funny thing! What is me? Am I really a cat, or is the cat me?

Saturday, March 9, 2013

monkey in a tree

Lohbado monkey in a tree



Lohbado toys. Imagine whatever you like. Play with the toys. It seems obvious enough. This images are from when Lohbado was baby sitting two children for a couple days. The children brought over a couple buckets of toys.

Friday, March 8, 2013


A sequence of Lohbado images, the shark laughing, drawing a monster, the watchful eye of a cat.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

To the Ocean

Lohbado, at the side of a desolate highway just outside a bush town overlooking a huge lake in late August, got tired of sticking out his thumb. His arm ached. He felt silly, gazing through windshields of passing motor vehicles, in attempt to make eye contact with the driver, in order to send out a message: please stop and give me a ride.

Lohbado lowered his arm, strolled over to a rock among the weeds and sat down to sort things out in his mind.

Friday, March 1, 2013

the light of my life

a Lohbado graphic

mmmmmmmmm hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kkkkkkkkkkkkkk ttttttttttttttttttttttttttssssssssssssss aaaaaaaaaah