mumbling to myself outloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
hard to tell
that the done pile groans and the to do, dwindles, but it does. strewn out in its done flung pile ~24 feet in length, though individual units themselves max out at about 18'. the empty framed ends are now piled about shoulder deep. strewn out as is it reminds me of the deanimated mechanical machine creatures that sought the nebakanezer (sp?) in matrix.