May 07, 2004
#87 :: Soap
A thick, fresh block of "Kiss My Face," left at the bottom of a tiny back-bathroom sink. Water. Leaking tap. Time. Minutes. Ounces. Eight hours. Gallons. All droplets. Unceasing. Inexorable. Heavy. Ergo, this freak. I could disappear into its igneous micro-landscape, lost among barren knolls reeking of an alien smell. Corrosive winds howl through the grand arch they carved. This is an evil place. Something bad happened here once. And will once again. Look closer. Try not to blink. It's a pulp fiction landscape, frozen in evolution from lurid melodrama to bleak existential tragedy, halfway between the sterile planes of its original form and utter dissolution and erasure. Something could live there. Something small, dark and ravenous.
This looks amazingly like the plaster cast of the Kreel creature's claw in the film "Forbidden Planet." Synchronicity...?
Posted by: xed at May 9, 2004 11:28 AMSerendipity. And that's exactly what was gnawing at the back of my unconscious (my id?) as I photographed it. If there's any justice, they'll re-release that movie nationwide one Halloween so we can get scared all over again.
Posted by: mack reed at May 9, 2004 02:23 PM