There was some meager self portraiture today after work, but on review of the work there turned out to be some spectacular visuals. Light bulbs, eye glasses, and this porcelain puppy.
A total outtake here. One of perhaps three of a hundred shots not involving my map (David Foster Wallace speak for “face” in Infinite Jest. As in “he eliminated his map,” [committed suicide] [lots of drug addicts are featured throughout the book]).
Eighteen bucks for this creature. Beautifully glazed shiny porcelain. It’s going to be a heck of a ride when its day comes to get the full product treatment. After that I just may smash it, photograph the pieces, further smash, repeat repeat repeat until it is but a fine mist of former canine.