Saturday, July 05, 2008
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Provenance: The violets from my bathroom African, an overgrown thing salvaged from the office of a colleague of my mother's after he left town. The cleaning woman, knowing my mother always worked late, appeared at her doorway, unable to throw the leggy green out. The eggshell from the shout M made, spotting it in the middle of the path in forest a week ago. Species unknown. The chrysalides are from the painted lady caterpillars M was given - a strange perk for a photographer, but there they/we were. The butterflies mapping my fingertips after weeks in a jar in various forms...