Is obscurity itself the test tubes of tomorrow? Or is just the testing done to pave the way of sorrow? Is the chalice set upon the table for the bride of prima donnas? Or can indeed, the world be freed by finger popping mommas? Is the confusion of immorality little more than a doubt on the face of infinity? Or does indeed immorality feed upon itself And hence hasten to speed it’s own mortal conclusion? Is the scent of melting tin upon the tracks of time The mere excuse for letting loose the calling cards of crime? Or is this verbose verbosity that very violation? Does not the babbling brook run its way to oceans and streams Only to dry up and rain once more? -from “the knife fight” by THE RESIDENTS off of ‘WHATEVER HAPPENED TO VILENESS FATS’
This piece comes to you by Divergent Thinking. The question after the answer, The solution from the making. Materials arrived at a time when issues had to be addressed and were used accordingly without hesitation, which created new issues which were then pursued. The background, made nearly a year before the rest, are circle punchouts from a bunch of CD covers mostly 90’s rock/pop/etc., randomly placed. Somewhere there’s a GIF file showing the placement.