I had a dream last night that a plane was flying sideways through the ally outside my office window on the 6th floor in Washington D.C. The light reflecting off the plane reflected unusually on my office wall and caught my attention just in time for me to see it pass my window and, beyond my view, crash into the buildings at the end of the ally. Does it mean anything? Does it mean anything that I had Google translate this into Spanish before I posted it? Not really, but I don’t dream or remember my dreams much these days and I’ve had a number of them recently and I really do remember this image; the one of the plane passing by my window sideways through the ally before it surely crashed into the buildings nearby.
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Tiempo. Mi enemigo. Mi amigo. Temps. Mon ennemi. Mon ami.
Screen grab from a project I’ve just begun.
I’ve just begun.
Sometimes its all about intersectionality: the organic and the mechanical; the familiar and the unknown; art and waste; immortality and invisibility; the healthy and the ill; the new and the old; the never started and the never finished among so many other things.
The Studio Floor 