Wednesday, August 5, 2009

There is something about a nice stack of restaurant china waiting to play. These come from a variety of different sources - one of the best is the Seconds factory down in Logan. I like the long drive down through the hills, sorting through the bins,the lazy way home. I like the idea of the misfits, the discarded, getting a chance to play a better role than originally cast. The dishes in a strange way become a sort of liminal space for the images to interact. Middle girl and I were talking yesterday about the differences and overlaps between objects and words, discussing whether a word can really exist in a physical form, for is it not just a puff of air, a scrap of paper, a bit of light?

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