"And we slide right through the bleeding trees with leaves of wine and faded jeans..."
The rest of the this poem I wrote in college also sucks but I love those lines. This DigiDoodle is a combo of some photographs I shot on the bulb setting and I made them existential twins.
I added the photos of how I made the artwork that I later DigiDoodled on.
In the middle is the autobiographical aspect I think. This body, this potato robot sack that walks around town isn't devil and angel, but character and caricature maybe... chaos and order... but they're identical twins, since it's all about how it's applied in perspective... sorta?
