weird day,,,,,,,,,,,,continued
the feeling of uncomfort runs hot down my spine, like anger, only i well boiling tears of frustration and interior sadness. time grates on me. i knit instead. this is only the beginning of my own pull.
here are some of my holga prints [looking hazy because i photographed the prints instead of scanning them] [because i haven't a scanner]]
cut at what was one once
were we there? change in tangible photographs,,,,,,,i am so used to seeing my photos as dots of colour on a screen and now they are dots of colour on a paper in my hand on my wall. i see the past differently, it feels much furthur away. not 2008 anymore again. 1548. 1978, love was there. carve away at the earth and reluctantly finish your [my] tasks. life is futile, life is trying to stay business enough to distract you from the past and the things you [i] love most. occupy yourselves [myselves]
my selves, my elves.
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