Friday, November 11, 2011

The Dreaming of the Trees: The Ecological Imperative

Post I: Rubbing my forehead

Art that I make to satisfy some academic economic motive has become increasingly unsatisfying.

 tail chasing and butt sniffing

There is a small garden wedged between a house and a tall 'privacy' fence.  It is November and chilly but the lettuce has sprouted.

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