nature at its ephemeral best

While reading about Anya Gallaccio's work, the sky was having it's own conversation. Telling us another great day should be ahead: sunset 14.05   Sunset as seen from my studio It was an interesting combination to read about temporary, decaying, not permanent, work that often results in a putrid smelly end, while having the sky become this vivd orange. Almost like having a 'sky fire' to decompose what was another day.

Posted by Elle Anderson

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