Thanks! It is a little more "out there" compared to frames I normally pick but it seems to suit the image.

Very nice!!!
I walk there everyday but I just cross by circus road,I leave that crossing to the tourists

That is how you do it- Great Post!

My new pride and joy, worth the 2 month wait with my framer!!  Peace out 

Low Res Mona Lisa

Finally got this framed up. I think I prefer it to my blue and white sunset? Am I crazy?

My curiosity has been piqued.

Could you tell us about the accident to your maidservant's left hand?

I reckon it was a car door, or a bear.

Good guesses, but we're in California. A run-in with a mountain lion... 

Ah yes, typical.

In my neck of the woods, we use the term "cougars".

Many years ago, a former acquaintance of mine named Cark had a similar run-in with a couple of them. For him, it happened after last call on a Friday night. He and the cougars piled back to his place and ended up getting naked and playing 'Truth or Dare'. Apparently, the game was good fun at first — revelatory, even inspiring. But as the alcohol continued to flow, things quickly got out of hand. Literally.

Cark's pinky was placed in a glass of cold milk, in preparation for later reattachment by microsurgery. Sadly, however, he waited too long (over 12 hours). It was the weekend and he initially didn't want to cause a fuss. The doctor also confirmed that, rather than milk, it would have been preferable just to use gauze wrap, a watertight bag, and some ice.



A friend of Cark named Brian (whom I never met) apparently used to borrow the severed digit afterwards. With his hands in his overcoat pockets, Brian would approach schoolchildren and ask them to guess how many fingers he had. My understanding is that he successfully completed around 100 of these faux-impromptu street performances over the course of two months.

The various reactions by kids to the grand "reveal" were generally foreseeable. But sometimes people can surprise you. And unfortunately for Brian, matters escalated during his final show when he was stabbed to death by a 14-year-old who had been carrying a concealed sharpened screwdriver.

Ever since then, the pinky has been locked up in a police evidence room. Thankfully, Cark isn't too bothered. He is a vegetarian, and the finger had in fact started to take on the appearance and odour of a desiccated Chicken McNugget.



Someone recently informed me that Cark is now telling people he lost his finger to gangrene during a challenging climb of Kula Kangri.

Despite my issue of principle with this deceit, I do sympathise with his plight. The truth used to evoke awkward pity or mild disdain from others. Whereas the feedback to his white lie is presumably more one of admiration.





Very good. That is the rare kind of showing off I can appreciate and admire.

A similar thought did cross my mind, along with the prospect that the Urban Art Association may have an oyabun as one of its members.

However, I discounted this possibility due to the absence of visible tattoos on the left shoulder and arm area of the photographer (whom I assume is set0312) — as reflected in the frame's glazing.

It looks cosy...
I like the chalet style.

Anyone know who’s this is? 😂😂😂😂

https://www.instagram.com/p/CaweHeSsX-9

On these, the signatures were put on the right side and we know what PoW were like with the consistency of numbering in the early days. I’ve seen numbering on bottom left, bottom right and top right in the past. This edition also had people moaning due to white lines showing between the cubes, but that was part of the process and I seem to remember that Ben Eine screen printed this one (make your own judgement there 😉).

Below is a photo from the Invader book which shows where the signature was put (and the ‘intended’ way up).

I’m guessing the new owner dropped a large wad of cash buying it so wondering how long it will be before they realise. Hopefully they are reading this forum so can find out sooner rather than later.

Guess it looks fine if everyone walked around like this. 😉