Tuesday, July 13, 2010

in the year my father was born

i had a consuming daydream at work today that involved very precise wounds that bled white which made me think of this video. but my daydream felt very related to death, lifelessness and the Anger piece, at three minutes and fifty-six seconds to be exact, has always struck me as a strong testament to vitality. all that liquid, harnessing all that energy; life just streaming out.


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