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Tomorrow I'll Go Outside

After listening closely to many a fleeting thought, Gabriel decided to document his subconscious musings to form a narrative. The result is a collection of often humorous, sometimes tragic, and always absurd reflections.

Paying increasingly more attention to passing ideas, the logical part of Gabriel's brain has become rather quiet (don't ask him to fill out a form, he's convinced it's impossible).

What follows is a meditation on dreams, ponderous moments, and the mundane. The diptych paintings that comprise 'Tomorrow I'll Go Outside' were conceived and finished in the fall of 2015.

Painting Collection

Each piece has been completed in charcoal and acrylic on 250 g/m 115 lb paper, and measures 42 x 29.7 cm (this does not include the center gap). If you're interested in purchasing a piece please send an email to thingsbygabriel@gmail.com, or use the form in the Contact section.

Want all of them? Why not have a look at the hardcover book of the collection available through Blurb?

The Collection:

Want to see the full view with the handwritten page? Just click on the image.

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In that moment the universe inexplicably split him into two people. They both wanted coffee. While one felt the situation was hopeless, the other began happily grinding beans.

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The rose pretended she was an orchid. It made her happy, and that's all that mattered.

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Fortunately all the answers he sought were easily found in bowls of alphabet wine.

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He closed his eyes to watch the gorgeous ballet of static.

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When he finally fell asleep his dreams were complete nonsense. Beautiful, but odd.

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Though he had a thorough understanding of economics he still preferred chasing butterflies.

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The concept of days didn't apply to the sun, but it still comforted her to think she'd feel better 'tomorrow.'

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The deaf whale never knew how astoundingly moving his song was.

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She could no longer feel where she began and the ground ended. The lack of distinction brought her great joy.

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The wonderful music in her dreams had been so loud it woke her up.

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He had lost his ears in what was, in retrospect, a humorous incident. In any case, he suddenly found people much more pleasant.

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He knew he was looking at a teacup, but all he could see was a fish.

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The head floated about peacefully while collecting friends.

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The king's head floated sleepily about the crumbling palace, only to wake if someone inspected an interesting artifact.

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He was not distracted. Not at all.

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The forgetful ghost uttered the same kind compliments every night.

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He felt suffocated, while the snake said, 'I'm friendly.'

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He claimed to never hear the phone due to his furry ears. In truth, he'd "accidentally" trampled the thing ages ago, and was all the happier for it.

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'Am I good or bad?' the mould wondered. Luckily it didn't matter, not one bit.

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The better she felt, the healthier the plant became. Or was it the other way around?

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Her eyesight had gone quickly. Luckily, she was suddenly able to hear shapes.

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Whenever it was time to hibernate, he began asking existential questions. By spring he'd be exhausted, but well versed in the absurdist doctrine.

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Upon crashing the car he remembered where he'd left the house keys. He felt incredibly relieved.

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He was beginning to suspect that he didn't belong indoors.

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While he was busy feeling lost, his feet grew giant and decided to keep going.

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He told many lies, but his fur was soft and shiny.

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The sun and moon smiled pleasantly at each other. The looked forward to meeting one day.

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After eating the mouldy flowers he saw that it was a lovely sunny day.

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There was little land here, but much sky. It was good.

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He fit nicely in the house, after they cut his legs off.

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She stopped running out of time after removing her wristwatch.

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Unable to get more than three hours of sleep at night, he decided to become a part-time bat.

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After 30 years of confusion, he was delighted to realize he could write himself a guide on how to be a person.

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The ponies didn't mind the flood. It was ever so nice to go for a swim.

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It was a pretty day. Yesterday it hadn't been. But, there was little chance of yesterday being today. Today was a pretty day.

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One day he awoke with half his face transformed. He was thrilled with the quality of oxygen produced by the tree.

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As his skull became unhinged, little red birds flew out.

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He remembered less each day. But, he always recalled with ease, and great fondness, how much he loved her.

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Though not well received, he found it easier to forgive people, including himself, after shaving them.

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The single father refused to eat his children, even when times got tough.

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It was pointless, and good, and worthwhile.

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The presence of spiders in the sugar gave her no choice but to make spider tea.

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The King was thin. He didn't enjoy being a King. He spent his whole time thinking. But, one day he took off his crown, and learned to turn his frown upside down.

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Following yet another pain in her heart, she turned into a beautiful bushel of thistles, and lived happily ever after.

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After much research, the time weed was found to be relatively harmless and insignificant.

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Tomorrow I will go outside, he said
Tomorrow I will go outside, he
Tomorrow I will go outside
Tomorrow I will go
Tomorrow I will
Tomorrow I
Tomorrow
.

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Though he cheated, he was unbeaten.

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Exhausted by human nonsense, he unexpectedly became a wild cat, and spent his days focused on eating the heads of little birds.

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As the waves threatened to smash him to bits, he marveled at the wonderful shapes the water made.

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Upon encountering a familiar iteration, the sequence (that tended towards infinity) yawned. 'This again?' it said. 'That's wonderful!'