there is a metaphor somewhere in this.
clearly some scatological ones could be bantered about but it doesn't seem to resonate as even a small truth more just a silly banter.
eventual if I put pen to page, it will come to me.
ha. though of course I could not help but laugh as I acquired more of these spherical orbs to stitch into my work for a series that will temporarily reside within a ____(wait and see). it is an unexpected venue for my work, but if michaelangel could why not me and my nonfigurative ephemeral non-archival spheres stitched up into urban refuse, ragged like...perhaps.