The Swiss army knife you’ve had for 20 years: concerns for digestion as the mark of health, digesting everything.
Twenty-six gasoline stations, some Los Angeles apartments, every building on the Sunset Strip: she saw an expired idealism in the library for the blind across the street.
All our photos lean a little to the left: she will be getting some new slippers from Peru.
Weave those failed visual cultures and modernisms into something else: the applied fantastic, those DIY renditions of high-fashion looks unavailable during communism.
Describe what she does as working with the leftovers or dusty aesthetics: trying to renegotiate minor kinds of aesthetics on a different platform.
Factory preserved here, villa looks abandoned: some brutalist buildings, others covered with ads.
The squares with their ornate and crenelated buildings: some layers have resisted globalization.
A patisserie with grotesque paintings on the walls: proscenium intact, industrial stools, and rainbow gelatin cocktails.
Sunlit, green: pleased with the sculpture of an owl.
A long flowing navy blue tunic, a kerchief in primary colors: cracked visions on bicycles, a tour of selective memorialization.
The actual source is in a book in that see-through plastic bag in Provo, Utah: it’s nice, that.