look! a tiny pressed mattress.
*edit 11/09*The bomb count so chilling, I still can't get over it a month after taking these photos. Even so I find the repetition of the missiles oddly beautiful the white ones are so similar to Bone Mother's shape it's frightening.
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Aren't these fun! You could do endless photos of this sort.
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suz
Came over from flickr. You've got a good eye!
i love that picture of the pressed mattress! how odd and wonderfully appropriate that you would be the one to come across it!
hi Erin, it's almost a week, time for a new post of some art work, woman. ;).
i also love rainy days. today is going to be one here. i just don't like it when it's bleak and cold and the air just feels so hollow.
wow to all those animals you had encountered/lived around with. sounds like a real zoo you had going there. :).
and wise words you gave me ("the worst things I make are better than the best things I haven't made"). i should put that up as a reminder too. i guess it's true what you wrote about rebelling against the effort for perfection. i never think i am striving for perfection but just wanting things to be a certain way and not a certain way, that feels right and looks like it should be there. is that asking too much?? heh. :].
My eyes too zoomed in on that funny little mattrass, squished in place by a red plate and that huge white loop-thing. Something so soft and of malleable form just seems so vulnerable and out of place there.
Absolutely love how you wrote about flying, it was a pleasure to read. And glad you were able to go see Catlin.
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