If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me
"Up to Me" by Bob Dylan)
Sunday, November 05, 2006
rabbit Series
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Having had been time for black and white- albeit over-reactionary, ins talls a minimalist timespan where everything in, around, of the inst anciation of the special moments are blurred... for bringing crunchkin in for a landing for the anonymous narrators voice.
In debrightened color crunchkin is a forgoing of,like rabbit crunchkin in general eludes us, compositing and absracting trancendental subjectivity of vantage "points" deputizes the viewer as ok with not identifiing with the series. crunchkin needs colorbut should get into passive lighting. Printed groupings of photshop photos is one way
2 comments:
Having had been time for black and white- albeit over-reactionary, ins
talls a minimalist timespan where everything in, around, of the inst anciation of the special moments are blurred... for bringing crunchkin in for a landing for the anonymous narrators voice.
In debrightened color crunchkin is a forgoing of,like rabbit crunchkin in general eludes us, compositing and absracting trancendental subjectivity of vantage "points" deputizes the viewer as ok with not identifiing with the series. crunchkin needs colorbut should get into passive lighting. Printed groupings of photshop photos is one way
Gratitudinals! Debrightening the timespan, anonymously narrating the spontaneous instantiations of the corporeal present.
Post a Comment