Oct 16, 2024
Bea Camacho: Enclose (2005)
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Bea Camacho: Enclose (2005)
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Bea Camacho: Enclose (2005)
Text: Franz Kafka - The Metamorphosis
Performance: Bea Camacho - Enclose
V's new desert oasis themed enclousure.
This photo is pre-move in so there are no spiders in it. You are safe, arachnophobe friends.
I'm really proud of the water-dish; it has some special engineering to facilitate a damp spot for the plants and to prevent it from falling from V trying to dig under it.
(Blaise Pascal)
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Waiting in the Hall.
10x10″
Acrylic and Alcohol ink on panel
U.S. needs gun control ,by Tony Futura
i.) I crave a home like it’s something I can enclose in the palm of my hand And press to my chest when my heart gets messy. I live my days in suitcases that fall apart under pressure. ii.) They want to lock me up, Tie a pretty bow on my straight jacket. They say, “Don’t you know that girl is crazy?” Out of sight, out of mind. iii.) He is the most honest answer you’ll get from me, How much of what little flame I have left He holds between his fingers, how he could Snuff me out at any moment, inhale the smoke Like he’s been dying for a taste. iv.) Statistically, I figure someday, I am going to be someone’s first choice.
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