Whoring for a Hundred
Take a peek and see what I see. Art disguised as modern living and the banal. A cup of coffee with my rubbers and flowers sprouting from the sunset on the city in the middle of the beach. The flickr projections of a mind in bloom and the works of someone less a madman and more a folly.
It
is
not
a
disassociation.
It
is
humbly
disassociated.
Orange and yellow peek on walls by artists who are not artists, caught by a photographer who aspires to inspire. A curiosity and poetry in the fluid organic of digital film at www.disassociated.com.
2 comments:
Should I enter, too (I really need the money)?
If one of us wins wanna split the money !
Yeah, but you'll just spend your half on booze!
Heh.
Free money, everyone should enter, why not!
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