11 May 2010


Sometimes I think about quirks, and how quirks can be our best attributes and also our worst enemies. For example, right now I am not doing what I am supposed to be doing, and this is perhaps because nobody is around to enforce me, or make me feel guilty. So instead of doing what I'm supposed to do, I am scurrying around looking for things to photograph, listening to the painters downstairs and their death metal, checking my numerous email accounts (one has 666 messages right now, and that's one of the less-full inboxes).

I will blame this all on being pretty much alone in the office right now. I never realized until recently that I absolutely hate being by myself. I always have colleagues or my kids or friends around me, or a combination thereof. I tend to feel the same way about projects. Every day or so I think of something new and awesome, something the world really needs, if only I had the time.

Now there are no further excuses, so I will sign off and do what I'm supposed to do.

Photo above is from a new series I'm working on this summer, where I try to find obscene photos in very innocuous places, like the corner of a ceiling. That is my last new project, for now. I think.


Stephanie said...

That photo is brilliant.

ralph pennel said...

wonderful. and the photo. looks of the body. human.

Penultimatina said...

Stephanie, thank you!

Ralph, it had a really good wax job.


Still thinking about my photo for your project, but will decide soon.

ralph pennel said...

*giggle* indeed

i look forward to what you end up putting together.

Oliver de la Paz said...

Dirty girl.

Gerry Boyd said...

brilliant eye.

Lyle Daggett said...

Yeah the photo is a good one. In serious truth, when I first saw it on the page here, before I'd read your blogpost, the first thing I thought it looked like was, um, well, not the corner of a ceiling. :)

S.L. Corsua said...

I never would've guessed it was a (cough) innocent (cough) cold, lonely place where walls meet. ;) The most I would've wondered would probably be whether this is a mannequin.

Your imagination is stationed at a whole other level. Whew. I'd shake your hand if I could (and gush less if I could).


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