ECHO 7/2/06

Something in the harsh glare of halogen lamps almost bleached but still maintaining its form – something pushing at the boundaries, beyond the norm, beyond predictable (is it possible?) – a blast on paper seeking out the darkest corners and throwing in light: open, vibrant, scintillating; of bare flesh, legs in unison, glossy lips, eyes of cats – beyond lethargy, tiredness – swept along by anarchic seeds, adventure, whip cracks in the street – taking a long hard look at what I’m carrying around with me, where I’ve been; more than faith, beyond belief; at the edge of things, borders, places of physical change and places that are aspects of the self – the allure of the historic, greatness through smut

Images from where I’ve been:
A plastic woman removes religion from a top step with crack pipe;
Liberal humour in cinema foyer displays self on red carpet;
Commuter woman displays underwear in high heels and neon blue;
A four digit hand at the edge of a frame tinkers with sneaker laces;
Fourteen buckets of ice on the back seat of a taxi;
A naked woman rolls on oily green tarpaulin;
Celebrities in dream states replace their respective images in Polaroid versions of themselves to cut out and keep.