Ruined Polaroids
Ruined Polaroids
Helena Almeida, Untitled, 2010
Helena Almeida, Untitled, 2010
and my blood coursed
with the intensity of seven imploding suns
the insatiable scorch and hiss
of molten rock
fire, fire
in the hold
Crying Glasses, Hayley Newman, 1995
Over a year I wore the crying glasses while travelling on public transport in all the cities I visited. The glasses functioned using a pump system which, hidden inside my jacket allowed me to pump water up out of the glasses and produced a trickle of tears down my cheeks. The glasses were conceived as a tool to enable the representation of feelings in public spaces. Over the months of wearing the glasses they became an external mechanism which enabled the manifestation of internal and unidentifiable emotions.
Mannequin Factory
Bodie Island Light by R.L. Parker
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i’ve always had problems saying no.
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