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Anastassia
—- nucleus from the element of surprise —- (just made, hanging from a tree branch on a ladder in my room)

—- nucleus from the element of surprise —-

(just made, hanging from a tree branch on a ladder in my room)

teacup

OH! Lately, I am a teacup-

a pretty little decoration, sitting on the table fulfilling my given purpose.

It Bothers Me.

I can do so much more with my inherent topological shape.

I can scoop sand up to my golden rim and erect upside down palaces.

I can fill myself with fertile earth and grow eternal little forests.

I can be a a porcelain hat, that, turns into a wandering boat, afloat.

Anything but tea, drink soup, drink berry jam out of me!

So why do I sit so pretty in the kitchen?

I am ready for 

a change of pace,

a change of face,

a change of space,

a change of Place.

Find me in my sand castle by the sea

Inspired by my experience of Atlanta’s aquarium (note: largest fish confinement in the world), and by Kat Macleod’s comely illustrations, I spent two hours this morning flowing (see: Csikszentmihalyi) through water(color)falls of imagination until I made an original pastiche, and this oxymoron.

(I think I used up my monthly parenthetical quota)

Meet the pinhole camera:

No lens. No battery. No buttons, or screen, or memory card.

Yet it has something that a typical camera does not: imagination.

This atypical contraption makes mistakes. It creates defects. It distorts and deforms the images.

But in the process, these blemishes become beauty marks.

The photographs that emerge from the film are astonishing!

There are accidental color splashes, overlapping figures, motion blurs, irregular border outlines, and overall surprising abstractions.

The camera isn’t showing the user’s reality—it shows its own perception.

[back in tenth grade]

[back in tenth grade]

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