My Wife’s Little Buddy (8 weeks old)
don’t cross oceans for people who wouldn’t cross a puddle for you.
No, do it. Do cross oceans for people. Love people, all people. No conditions attached, no wondering wether or not they’re worthy. Cross oceans, climb mountains. Life and love isn’t about what you gain, it’s about what you give.
Crying because this is like exactly the kind of art I want to make as a living. The way he blends the familiar with the fantastical, the man-made with the natural, the serene with the surreal and the mysterious - and my personal favorite, the tiny little ordinary figures doing ordinary things in an immense and fantastical world. Just… gorgeous.