Thursday, May 22, 2014


two pages from a Lohbado book
Lohbado painted and drew from one page to the next, one figure and set of words after another. Lohbado breathed in and out. Every twenty-four hours he went to sleep. This continued from the moment of birth and continues to this day, even as he stumbles through middle age in preparation for the final descent into old age and death.

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