Sweet's Juncture

All my art is from a compilation of thousands of photographs I have taken over most of my life. Putting them back together in a different context becomes a mashup of memories. The resulting dreamscapes grow more curious over time. This one made on a wordless March day. One of those days without words to fog the mind. Endless unheard perambulant words, vaporized hoarsely while my almost forgotten teapot whistles me back to the other side of my skull. Only visions today, just someplace whose story upends sideways.

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