by swamprose
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There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
Mon pays, c'est l'hiver.
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thanks, nige. Those aren't leaves--it's lichen ripped off northern rocks. I take a lot of things home and put them in my pockets, forget about them and put them in the wash. I have lots of really clean sticks and rocks, acorns, and lichen.
I think that's one that was originally on a dried up grey milkweed pod. I like the zoomorphic bone at the top.
Facto, the milkweed pods are still around, but I need more bowls. Think the vote is for the lichen, so I'll be bringing some home.
I ike the bones. Was chatting the other day about how we have become detached from the reality of meat when we buy it in packages all minced or filleted as if it doesn't come from an animal at all. Eating food out of bowls sitting on bones is what we need, I reckon, just to remind us if what we are doing.
I also have one on a piece of the metal swarf that Caine once sent me, scraps of melted metal that Rick had scraped up off the factory floor.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/7916414@N06/5089221147/in/set-72157625059496675/
I never think about death and bones. The bones I find are in the woods, and they're kind of like the plants--natural--so I was surprised that the bones (I like white things) were anything but interesting props. And I am going to Montreal next weekend to get more bowls.