Postcards From A Broad… that broad being me.

I didn’t want to write another This is My Emotional Experience piece and I don’t have any good artistic dilemmas to explore right at this moment so I thought I’d make a little postcard story of sorts. I haven’t been taking many pictures but here are a few in some sort of chronological order.

It’s raining right now in Milhars, France. Has been almost every day and the dogs are barking and some jerk seems intent on weed whacking every single part of the village everyday but the bread is also so very fresh and the cheese so soft and stinky and the towns we visit so medieval that no one is really complaining… well, it would be nice to be hot and sweaty… c’mon now sun!

In a week I fly to Paris and start a month of clown school. You better believe I’ll have some ka-rayzee stories then.

Welcome to Dublin, Jessie. You must be tired from your journey. Your crib is ready

Welcome to Dublin Jessie. You must be tired from your journey. Your crib is ready

Ahhhhhh, crib sleeping

Ahhhhhh, crib sleeping

Gareth, she's making me go out. I'm scared

Gareth, she’s making me go out. I’m scared

What? Leave unicorn lane?

What? Leave unicorn lane?

I'm afraid so

I’m afraid so

Now, was that so bad?

Now, was that so bad?

Guinness stupor meet Jameson coma

Guinness stupor meet Jameson coma

Now what could be on the other side of this door?

Now what could be on the other side of this door?

GBS, taking out the trash!

GBS, taking out the trash!

From one graffiti city...

From one graffiti city…

 ...to another

…to another

Berlin canals

Berlin canals

 Coincidental poignancy

Coincidental poignancy

Touching... till you realise they're watching videos on a phone

Touching… till you realise they’re watching videos on a phone

Cleaning the cracks. Seriously.

Cleaning the cracks. Seriously.

Happy camper

Happy camper

For the Easter Bunny on the go... in June

For the Easter Bunny on the go… in June

Turkish market

Turkish market

Milhars, France

Milhars, France

Right here, under the smudge

Right here, under the smudge

First meal

First meal

I call this one Pain Poivre Cochon

I call this one Pain Poivre Cochon

Found in a field

Found in a field

The magical entry to Les Cascades

The magical entry to Les Cascades