End of an Error
For some strange reason whenever I hear this phrase my oddly wired brain processes it as End of an error. It is kind of funny and unpleasant when someone says it because it is usually the end of some momentous journey that should be taken seriously, but I end up having an small chuckle that I try to hold inside, which then makes me want to laugh even more. I wonder if it is a Freudian auto correct
Crafted in my studio and then printed on 308gsm Japanese cotton rag, it feels as lovely as it looks. This piece comes unframed which allows to you to frame exactly the way you want.
For some strange reason whenever I hear this phrase my oddly wired brain processes it as End of an error. It is kind of funny and unpleasant when someone says it because it is usually the end of some momentous journey that should be taken seriously, but I end up having an small chuckle that I try to hold inside, which then makes me want to laugh even more. I wonder if it is a Freudian auto correct
Crafted in my studio and then printed on 308gsm Japanese cotton rag, it feels as lovely as it looks. This piece comes unframed which allows to you to frame exactly the way you want.
For some strange reason whenever I hear this phrase my oddly wired brain processes it as End of an error. It is kind of funny and unpleasant when someone says it because it is usually the end of some momentous journey that should be taken seriously, but I end up having an small chuckle that I try to hold inside, which then makes me want to laugh even more. I wonder if it is a Freudian auto correct
Crafted in my studio and then printed on 308gsm Japanese cotton rag, it feels as lovely as it looks. This piece comes unframed which allows to you to frame exactly the way you want.