Monday, 30 July 2012

VÉVÉS III

In the same way that they grow heavy winter coats, the cats seem to assume attributes of wildness when the summer is thick and green and feral - they're stalking around with saucer eyes and tails grown several inches longer, claws unsheathed, and so am I ... days stuck into Mary Daly's supremely witchy Wickedary plus evenings immersed in an unlikely viewing assemblage of Agnetha Fältskog via Maya Deren and Barbara Hammer are hardly a cure for such terminal concupiscence I suppose ...
 

Absolutely thrilled with all the lovely emails and inquiries I've gotten in the past week!  So, so much more to come ... xx

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