Latex Divine Intervention
The surgeons do not have bodies. They are cloaked in blue. They have no hair, no lips, teeth, no ethnic nose, no hair. They have no legs – they are floating. They enter the room, their hands still wet and fragrant from their cleansing. The hands are held out in the air like the erected hands of zombies. They dart from contact. They escape connection. Other hands stretch open a pair of perfect...
And They Are Never My Hands
I dreamt last night that I was an anglerfish. I was swollen and rough – a small, dim bulb dangling between my yellow eyes. I lived where the pressure of the water is thick – where there is no light or living. Months go by where I do not meet another creature. It’s black and cold, endless like outer space. I exist, but existing doesn’t matter. If I weren’t here, no one would know the difference....
Minimalism is not a style, it is an attitude, a way of being. It’s a fundamental...– Claudio Silvestrin (via afterrhours, undrcovr)