Taken when I was in the art room, all by my lonesome. And when one is alone, one thinks of stupid things. Haha. Alright, whatever. A new perspective of our dear, rarely ever used, easels, and their dear hanged friends, pegs.
Resembling a stairway, you walk through the rows of hangings. They are lined up in a rather orderly fashion, like a sacrificial ritual, and sway, begruntled, swaying, restless, they look at you with invisible eyes, like zombies. What are you doing here?
Ok, the technical part is oviously missing, in which I would like to make the excuse that I was using my 1.3 mega pixel camera phone which has survived, I vaguely repeat, many many damaging encounters. So just…appreciate the composition. Yes, the simple things in life.
I know I make you go, -_-;;. Smile ^_^v
September 18, 2008 at 4:29 am
your absolutely right: when one is alone one thinks of stupid things. the time when i was painting my canvas at the stairway all alone and quiet was when i started thinking of weird things, talking to the canvas, buggering jy… (which is why i got this huge shock when my canvas was moved.. i thought it had moved itself)
love your third photo (the one on the right) so close-up the little knob things seem to peer our from where the hang, a mind of their own; lifeless.
^^