Artist William Utermohlen was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease in 1995. Over the course of roughly five years he drew these self portriats (starting at 1996) of himself.
Whether the cause for the change in his portraits was from the disease which made him forget what he looked like or due to the loss of artistic skills, this is extremely heartbreaking.
That’s fucked up. That’s real fucked up. That’s some ice spider shit and I do not approve.
That is the sickest shit ever
i just imagined a tiny little ice-spider on the mirror singing ‘let it go’ as he builds his little icy webby fortress.
that would be the best surprise ever omg
no but what if the guy who loaded the machine had just filled it with these
you get a polar bear and it’s a nice surprise and you put the change in for another coke
but you get another polar bear
and you’re like hm that was weird but hey i got two polar bears that’s pretty cool
but it kEEPS HAPPENING
OVER AND OVER
you get more and more frustrated each time
eventually you give up and sit down on the floor and cry, surrounded by small plushie polar bears
you’re so thirsty
you never wanted this to happen
all you wanted was a coke
MOMMY HUSKY PLAYING WITH HER BABY GOODBYE FRIENDS
i dont understand people who only sleep with one pillow