“The books had been left to the elements and as a result their appearance was decayed, fragile, almost romantically beautiful. These books had been part of an installation, a performance work and now are presented as sculpture. By removing the binding, and replacing it with wire, she was able to seal and bury the book and let natural corrosion take place.” (+)
Mary Ellen Long’s, Books: Untitled [her website —- more info. here]
Edward Weston, Old Adobe, Carmel Valley (1934), gelatin silver print process
Bertrand Fleuret — via & more — site
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“I am alone. Walking at random. Wandering, as if at random,...
Peter Upward.
August Strindberg.
From The Lodger, Alfred Hitchcock, 1927.