potatos + human faces = Las Papas Installation from Ginou Choueiri
“Potatoes grow, live, and then decay, mirroring the ephemeral existence and fragility of our own human nature.”
potatos + human faces = Las Papas Installation from Ginou Choueiri
“Potatoes grow, live, and then decay, mirroring the ephemeral existence and fragility of our own human nature.”
I like sweets and sleep.
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currently reading:
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A thought comes into her head: that lately she doesn't ask herself what is possible, but rather what possibilities remain. At this moment she is clearly on a one-way journey, though her return ticket lies safely in a pocket of her leather bag.
Curiously, she is not afraid, knowing as she does that love is mostly the avoidance of hurt, and, furthermore, she is accustomed to obstacles, and how they can be overcome by readjusting her glance or crowding her concerns into a shadowy corner.
