for love of splendid pattern
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unlucky gold in its horn
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simple wimple dimple
blue spikes
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where do we go from here?
red with white polka dots
stilettos too
brillant et bleu un moment
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live at night
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accretion of data
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her majesty obscured
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odalisque with fish
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the streets are sunken
"I hate being an object"
push comes to love
overwhelmed by thirsty birds
a chaos of feelings
the partially invisible mixed-up transvestite
the woman is a prophet
dysfunctional family
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Cut-paper collage made for Kollage Kit theme: "Hallowe'en."
For those of you in other countries, Hallowe'en may have some novelty, but I'm in America: the excitement of late October goes back as long as I can remember. My collage for this season is about the colors and moods of the holiday—always for me an escape into darkness.
I was allowed to go trick-r-treating by myself from a very early age. In the fifties and sixties the country was much darker at night—not so many bright lights everywhere. There were pools of deep black all over the place, sometimes even at the strangers' doors I knocked on.
I love darkness. I even trip on terror.
For those of you in other countries, Hallowe'en may have some novelty, but I'm in America: the excitement of late October goes back as long as I can remember. My collage for this season is about the colors and moods of the holiday—always for me an escape into darkness.
I was allowed to go trick-r-treating by myself from a very early age. In the fifties and sixties the country was much darker at night—not so many bright lights everywhere. There were pools of deep black all over the place, sometimes even at the strangers' doors I knocked on.
I love darkness. I even trip on terror.
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