I’ve been thinking about how you deconstruct images and concepts. And I swear I was about to be enlightened with some kind of hyper-reality truth while going through your work, but then I ended up deconstructing myself instead, finding out how much the aesthetics of symmetry means pretty much nothing (or everything?) when you are entitled to reinvent reality with you own subconscious.
PS: I tried to be emotionally opaque as possible.
PS: I tried to be emotionally opaque as possible.
(Originally uploaded by Elsie Ralston to Glossom).
