An apple, the dress. Windows hem the courtyard, a thousand eyes staring down a peculiar pathway springing forth from tinted doorways, bubbling out towards the promised land, to great Oz behind cheap metallic handles. It is etched into a decomposed slither by colored rocks, pink and white, and beyond them, the rotting hedges rise up and manifest into concrete stone. Each window is shrouded by aged gold; each curtain dyed a mottled brown and imprinted with floral codes. We strive for anonymity, they seem to say, we are the enigmatically invisible. Indeed, as the gray barriers reach higher, I cannot make out where the building stops and where the sky begins. Outside, yes, but cautious. In this private garden, there is an implicit message: beware this anti-Panopticon. Sentience and rationality are not doorways, merely walls to a larger maze.
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schnappy new look
i couldn’t help but think of this comic strip after readng your thoughtful still life…
http://img.photobucket.com/alb.....cement.gif
also, have you seen animated short called “still life with animated dogs” by paul fierlinger? highly recommended — his stuff is like visual poetry
perfect comic strip! it feels like that sometimes, eh, that the struggle might be more important than the destination.
Wow…this layout is so…
Happy.
hahaha! don’t worry, that will change soon enough.
Oh come on, Mister Fan!
A happy layout isn’t THAT bad.