manoeuvres and massacre
Apr. 10th, 2013 04:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaJulia said she saw people selling photographs for tens of thousands of dollars. I can play that game. Next year, at the Armory Art Show of 2014, I'll do what Carolyn suggested and get a whole bunch of distorted, blurred, or overexposed Simpsons photographs with artistic titles.
Once again, I make no guarantees about the order and in this one, there might be things connected to a bunch of others in this entry that end up in Moonrise, though I grouped them by "date modified" this time and therefore shouldn't have to worry too much.
Oh, and there was a little story etched on a mirror. The photo makes it difficult, so here it is.
In the weeks after he died
I had the same dream
We're in a room together, talking
His face and voice as clear and exact
as it was the last time I saw him.
From the words he'd choose
to how his body would articulate itself
all unlocked in entirety
the absolute incarnation of my friend
Memories reflect in a dream
like your image in a mirror
The difference isn't always clear
Between the reflection and the real thing
I haven't had this dream for a few months
It's a sad dream but it's all there is.
Tonight, I'll try to force the dream
And meet my friend in that room
in the dream world.
I love this poem right here.
If you can't read this, I'll dig up the original photo.
Ian loved this one.
Guitar.
It's Kaputnik, the Russian satellite!
It's a photo of a photo.
This is my truth, tell me yours.
Arrows.
This guy reminds me of the telescreen people in Obsidian. Ever played that? I didn't think so.
This wasn't the greatest picture ever but I still love it.
I'm completely enamored with Arabic art.
This screen depicted falling rain.
Let's play with the exposure!
This looks like a giant fruit rollup.
I saw this and though "Hey, I did something like this once."
Everyone in the class did a piece of a texture thing, and the teacher spray-painted the whole thing silver.
I'd like to try something like that again.
Ok, this little guy has a story behind him. Once, one of the interns made a owl out of a cantaloupe, celery, grapes, and a grapefruit, or something like that. It's in… Allegory of Immortality… if you want to see it. Or maybe it isn't. I'm too lazy and too afraid of fucking things up and having to go through the whole uploading spiel again. Maybe I'll let you know when I post Moonrise, the final New York photo entry.
This one? He's probably not made out of fruit and fungi at all.
You can read Russian? My mom can, actually.
Burning Question: If you were super-rich and a million dollars was pocket change to you, how much would you pay for Homer Descending A Staircase or Christmas with the Riddler?
Ian said "a lot" for Homer Descending A Staircase.
Once again, I make no guarantees about the order and in this one, there might be things connected to a bunch of others in this entry that end up in Moonrise, though I grouped them by "date modified" this time and therefore shouldn't have to worry too much.
Oh, and there was a little story etched on a mirror. The photo makes it difficult, so here it is.
In the weeks after he died
I had the same dream
We're in a room together, talking
His face and voice as clear and exact
as it was the last time I saw him.
From the words he'd choose
to how his body would articulate itself
all unlocked in entirety
the absolute incarnation of my friend
Memories reflect in a dream
like your image in a mirror
The difference isn't always clear
Between the reflection and the real thing
I haven't had this dream for a few months
It's a sad dream but it's all there is.
Tonight, I'll try to force the dream
And meet my friend in that room
in the dream world.
I love this poem right here.
If you can't read this, I'll dig up the original photo.
Ian loved this one.
Guitar.
It's Kaputnik, the Russian satellite!
It's a photo of a photo.
This is my truth, tell me yours.
Arrows.
This guy reminds me of the telescreen people in Obsidian. Ever played that? I didn't think so.
This wasn't the greatest picture ever but I still love it.
I'm completely enamored with Arabic art.
This screen depicted falling rain.
Let's play with the exposure!
This looks like a giant fruit rollup.
I saw this and though "Hey, I did something like this once."
Everyone in the class did a piece of a texture thing, and the teacher spray-painted the whole thing silver.
I'd like to try something like that again.
Ok, this little guy has a story behind him. Once, one of the interns made a owl out of a cantaloupe, celery, grapes, and a grapefruit, or something like that. It's in… Allegory of Immortality… if you want to see it. Or maybe it isn't. I'm too lazy and too afraid of fucking things up and having to go through the whole uploading spiel again. Maybe I'll let you know when I post Moonrise, the final New York photo entry.
This one? He's probably not made out of fruit and fungi at all.
You can read Russian? My mom can, actually.
Burning Question: If you were super-rich and a million dollars was pocket change to you, how much would you pay for Homer Descending A Staircase or Christmas with the Riddler?
Ian said "a lot" for Homer Descending A Staircase.
