notes:
elephantssand-paneled sheets melted out of a lost friend’s ear
mythal waste (filthy tissue white-strophy) a skinless dice, bark and jerky
shards in manzanian wastelands, looterykins lying in piles of rag-bed orchards
hearts almost closed to the super-lone giant, but a sigh of relief, their voice
barely audible: “good morning.”lilyshaffer.xyz/2021/05/15/elephants.html
I think in the beginning, the process of adding pink and then slowly layering felt like I was trying to bring how I interpreted your image (sterile and forensic cyborgian specimen turned monument) back to life, but it just kept decaying instead. Every adjustment slipping away, like I was pulling something out of the grave or future museum only for it to turn to dust in my iPad/hands.
I feel a sense of weight and form and presence; something highly refined, deliberate in your original image and now it’s this unstable, flickering thing… still tied to the original, but a failed necromancy. I wanted maybe something in the transformation that felt like a resurrection in some ways, but I got something more like decomposition in anti-real-time.