Peonies, Monsters and the Mood Swings of June

There are two wolves inside me, and the third one bites them both by the troat. One who paints supercute things, like Peonies.

Ink and watercolours on cardboard. Look at all those nice little petals?

The other wolf howls and scowls and hates, for instance, being allergic, what we do to the Earth and being Overheated.

Digital nightmare. Hard to believe I'm the same person. I am fully aware this is no way to treat an audience. Thou shalt stick to one thing. Damn, man, thou mustn't vary like this! Some days I'm in between, still a surrealist but not that radical. Some days I Just Can't at all, thank you Wolf no. 3. So please let my moody mood swing its swing? Then I'm at least moving.