between – constructed retro memory

Viola:

I left no ring with her: what means this lady?

Fortune forbid my outside have not charm’d her!

She made good view of me; indeed, so much,

That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,

For she did speak in starts distractedly.

She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion

Invites me in this churlish messenger.

None of my lord’s ring! why, he sent her none.

I am the man: if it be so, as ’tis,

Poor lady, she were better love a dream.

Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,

Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.

How easy is it for the proper-false

In women’s waxen hearts to set their forms!

Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!

For such as we are made of, such we be.

How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;

And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;

And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.

What will become of this? As I am man,

My state is desperate for my master’s love;

As I am woman,–now alas the day!–

What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!

O time! thou must untangle this, not I;

It is too hard a knot for me to untie!

Twelfth Night  Act II Scii lines 16-40

Deconstructed Photos 24 & 25

Fellow blogger, Calmgrove, suggested a reconstruction of my deconstructed photos:

A thought just crossed my mind: have you ever reconstructed one of your deconstructions?

It’s not a trick question; I have in mind so-called experimental archaeology which not only builds, say, a modern Viking ship to see how seaworthy it is but also burns down or otherwise destroys reconstructed Iron Age round house, for example, to see what lessons can be learned from excavation or survey in terms of interpreting future archaeological digs….. I suppose my concept might be to try and reverse engineer where your completed art might have come from; like rewinding a film or clicking ‘undo’ but with the proviso that there will inevitably be some corruption along the way back. 

These 2 compositions come close to his idea. They both contain recognizable elements of plastic sheets from one of the original shots.

These particular abstracts also suggest sky & sea,  so here is Love Me Like A River Does, by Melody Gardot.