|a collection of sorts: from left to right a budding potato, an unlucky fly, green apple, black apple, lemon, tangerine, tomato, pepper, carrot, bone; I don't know why but I've always liked the look of fruit and vegetables shrinking and becoming a small object that hardly resembles the original, something about time passing and every living thing disappearing into everything else; I of course notice this same kind of change on my own body and skin: how the wrinkles and folds increase, how life leaves it's indelible marks; I don't mind as I see it as proof of actual living; I do see how the young don't realise just how beautiful their skin is, I know I didn't at the time either. We aren't always where we are, if that makes sense. |
Thanks for this beautiful post.
i know those very well. love
seeing them at Your house...
and the cloth, welllllll........~
Grace: yes maples, not all of them hab=ve pink ones though, the ones in our garden don't
Valerianna: isn't it extraordinary how the fruits etc shrink; I love the crisp outlines of the coins, combined with the dyeing process that's beyond my control is just great.