Thursday, December 15, 2005

broken concepts


Frozen in time like a photograph or a reflection in a block of ice posing as a discarded bumper. The perfect reflective capture of the flow of the day in its out of sorts way.


Arisen from the random strokes of grinder to painted metal like diaphanous ghosts the abstract creatures rise and slide away.


Unable to obtain a point of focus the reflection blended image shimmered as if alive as the eye tries to find a place to look.


Chained to a concept of consumption that never anticipates the day when the well runs dry. Guilty of the sin of having used oil we will all pay the price for clogging the lungs of our mother.

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