Thursday, January 20, 2011

a fondness for things that are headless

photo: jetheriot

Went to Uncle Allen's shed with my mom to see if I could find some old chairs to use for my exhibition and found something far, far better: the head of an old plastic rocking horse with the big wooden dowel -- what a kid would hold onto while riding -- still stuck through its ears. Then later, the headless body of the horse.