Sunday, 28 April 2013

snip, snip at the hairdresser...


Snip snip snip,a hair cut as 'exhale' is clipped and trimmed and turned inside out...a bit of harsh treatment... if the medicine doesn’t taste bitter what good does it do? 'Sag' is no more, her stitching ripped apart, an act of necessary destruction, a punishment for the crime of being ignored. The blankets a source of inchoate comfort. But again subject to cut, repair; tear and mend; snag and darn...
leakage hairs
drawing installation
 

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