A friend’s niece clothes herself in light. The paper pyramids become a boa splashing desert sunset lumens on her polka-stripe getup!
After reading this Barthes line, my imagination went nuts, splashing his words with watercolor and building the following scene:
‘Rescind yourself,’ life mandates in its soothing, raspy voice.
‘No,’ you respond, firmly.
The bottom of your feet start to tickle. You feel extinction’s eraser working softly.… Read More