So I wrote on an iv bag, I’ve been thinking of ways of incorporating my writing into context of my art. I find quotes and text in painting to be really kitch and look awful so I decided to bring it into sculpture.
The writing is this:
“Why are all my flowers dead, I gave them water to help them live.
I hooked them up to iv bags and performed blood transfusions with my own liquids.
It’s as if they were in a head on collision, in a 12 car pile up on a highway in August. As if they laid upon the asphalt in the sun, withering to the bone, they pass.
Why are all my flowers dead.”
Reblogged from ۞thε förεst thαt αbidεs bεförε üs۞
