One of those days

 

(Photo No.1, afternoon photo taken during a rehearsal in Gledalšče Glej, Ljubljana)

that comes after you have handed in your last translation (after working on a couple of them for months) and you have all the time in the world for photography. Unfortunately it is raining, you no longer own a car (well, you do, but it has changed into a sculpture) and you need to take photographs in two different towns. But in the end everything somehow works out, even if you are wet for hours on end. 

(Photo No.2, evening photo taken while setting up the exhibition in Layerjeva hiša, Kranj)

They came

in peace, but once they noticed that a bunch of tossers (known to themselves (and only themselves) as homo sapiens) are totaly destroying a rare thing in this vast universe (yup, an inhabitable planet) they decided, what the hell, we might as well save the 26 billion chicken being held hostage while we are here.

This

little piggy went to the bank, was appointed its manager, lost trillions in any currency you wish to chose, but decided not to let this bother him, so he awarded himself millions in bonuses and went into early retirement.
(And yes, we are all paying for his mistakes).