Artists, mathematicians, scientists (whichever I happen to be masquerading as today) share a certain ... well ... tendency to obsessiveness. Those who live with them either get used to laughing at their oddities or escape, go bananas, murder them...
Every Saturday and Sunday morning, my partner has a boiled egg for breakfast. She then drops the fragments of cap into the empty shell.
Variation within a similar setting fascinate me so, to her amused resignation, I started photographing each egg shell before throwing it away. This is the result so far...
Unreal Nature has rightly commented on the importance of chronology in a sequence. These images could be (in fact, as it happens, have been) placed in chronological order but the chronology is not meaningful. This is not a sequence (though I intend physically exhibiting them as a matrix). It is a collection – which is, of course, a very different hannimal.
2 comments:
Not at all how I deal with eggs. I puncture the base, otherwise it's a boat for a witch to sail in.
Ray: having punctured the bottom, do you then stand on your head to eat it??? :-)
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