Or how I learned to stop worrying and let everything happen all at once.
The “Best Laid Plans” series is made from plans, schematics, blueprints, sketches and scribbled fever dreams. Sometimes they are internally thematic—sometimes not.
The idea is that, despite our many plans and ideas, things still go wrong. Buildings crumble, wars happen, chaos, accidents. Life.
Along with the actual buildings, the plans themselves crumble, fade, get folded, forgotten, stained, and torn.
Interesting? Sometimes? Beautiful? Always.
Not even sure where the photo of the rust plate came from… what can you do?
Made from the pixels of, I think, a photo of a bazaar, and pushed and poked and twisted into something not unlike a dimensional collapse in the Brady Bunch family’s living room.
Or, you know, make of it what you will. Dig its cocoa hotness, either way.
Ugh — I’m so behind with updating.
This one is based on a photo taken near my house while sitting at a traffic light. If you look really closely, you can make out some taillights and the guardrail.
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