rumpled sheets pillows askew comforter tossed aside
like a crime scene. what happened here, exactly?
lovely nights sleep and a stellar previous day shake out the imprint of me
step back and look at the view
it is time to renew setting the scene for a brand new day.
an element seems out of line. color. line. texture. size.
a touch mad with perfection tendencies?
fulfill my theory. art can reside anywhere.
This is my first edit. I am seeing the routine as metaphor for finding design everywhere and the slightly nervous tick I have that I can't turn off my graphic eye. Everything I see is open for graphic scrutiny. Even making my bed. I had no idea when I thought of mapping this particular routine that hidden inside would be this other subject. So I feel creative vigor towards this project. I had taken it quite literally at first and saw the project simply as a film strip progression of a routine. I'm working on images today. I have not used a digital camera, only my ancient 35mm.
-mqh
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