 bare bones
'The perfect incense for the worship of angels was camphor whose flame left no ash' fumbling button unbutton whose wings? i took these in 2009, they were taken with a holga on B setting. never could decide which one i like the most. 2 of them are on flickr. the last one i did in 10 or 11 but its from a different set of images.       the shot of the shot - title quote from ridley walker by russell hoban
'Eusa sed,wut is the idear uv me? the Littl Man sed, That we doan no til yuv gon thru aul yur Chaynjis.' "Tremmering it is and feart. It puts us on like we put on our cloes. Some times it cant fynd the arm hoals and it tears us a part. I dont think I took all that much noatis of it when I ben yung. Now Im old I noatis it mor. It dont realy like to put me on no mor. Every morning I can feal how its tiret of me and readying to throw me away. Iwl tel you some thing Ridley and keap this in memberment. What ever it is we don't come naturel to it." Ridley Walker - Russell Hoban  couple of weeks ago we had some very still days and so grabbed the opportunity to sleep on the beach. we arrived at dusk. serene morning after a sleepless night. not sure about the light leak or where its from. “Death left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret.” ― Michel Foucault, The Birth of the Clinic: An Archaeology of Medical Perception will be showing at the booze base gallery on May 4th |
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