Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Ted could hear a pin drop a thousand yards away. He could smell flowers on the opposite end of town. He could even feel the vibration of someone opening the door to his apartment building, 27 floors below. But that was also the trouble. If a person whispered into his ear, Ted could hear saliva trickling between their teeth; lint rustling in their pockets. Ted would get migraines from the sounds of roaches scurrying inside the walls. During thunderstorms his ears would bleed. He had to seal his apartment with tape to keep the stench of urine out. Everything was lined with layers of insulation, foam, and black cloth. Even then he could see plainly in the dead of night, just by the light that streamed through the pinholes and the cracks everywhere, all around him.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
I just wanted to share some work I've been creating in the studio. Lately I've been pursuing a variety of projects that had been on my to-do list rather than focusing on just one. Some are more experimental than others, but all are important for some reason or another. I'd love to hear feedback from anyone. Expect to see more finished projects in the coming weeks.