Just a quick photomanipulation.
Yeah, I’m still enamored of flowers that will themselves to grow against chain link, razorwire, barbed wire, and the like. I know. I keep saying that. This was one that side street by where Factory Fresh gallery used to be. Other than this, yesterday was a great day, but not the most artistically productive day. Cared for Abuelita, stopped by the opening of a photo exhibit by Rafael Fuchs, a local artist who’s acquiantance we made one morning (my birthday in fact) when he asked us to conduct an impromptu video interview in a coffee shop. Drank wine. Made love to my husband. About my most involved creative endeavor yesterday was this congri (yeah, those are vegetarian protein strips on that. :p ):
Anyone else getting a “Napoleon Dynamite/Vote For Pedro” vibe of this on the plaid tablecloth? Anyone else who watched that wind up having an Arizona flashback and screaming at the TV during the debate scene where the racist popular girl makes those sneering remarks about burritos in the cafeteria (or whatever the exact line was, I saw that movie seven years ago.)