Peanut Butter and Jelly in a Post Apocalyptic Funk. Sink-Situated.
Rendered onto archival nano-acute pixels.
This one was difficult for me. To show the entire apparatus seemed too obvious
but I wanted to show enough jakondiscity to engage the sympathetic resonance of
suburban essentialism and render it licorice. So much punctum.
The brutalism of crushed and segmented fora pressed into
unwelcome and unethical debasement for the sybaritic pleasure of
caffeine addicts causes the mind to reel and fabricates
ripples in our shared cultural ethos.
Towels for wiping mud off the dog's paws when she comes in the back door.
"Repudiating the flatness of our two dimensional canvas of photography. And our one dimensional understanding of its potential."
Thank you to manifesto writers everywhere.
My application to Magnum is now in the mail.
