Catriona Secker https://www.instagram.com/catrionaseckerart/
Something was wrong with the ocean, he could tell immediately. It wasn’t choppy. The sharpness of it had been dulled. There was an artificial, sweet air around it now instead of an invigorating briny sensation. Worn away, he thought, we wore the ocean down.
Cabinet Card #1, from the project, Storydress II. A paper mache and plaster sculpture created and photographed by Christine Elfman.
Then two great platforms were lowered by gigantic arms, on each was piled baskets of bread, fruit, meat. It always happened this way. They rushed forward.
Henry Charles Fleischer https://archive.org/details/6335StopMotionTrainFilm01154900
It had no lips to speak of, but not a beak either. He couldn’t tell if the slow, fluid, shifting movement in its posture was curiosity or a sign of mounting aggression.
Aurelio Salas https://maestroaureliosalas.blogspot.com/
Inside the head were rickety chairs, a torn sagging couch. The center of the room was dominated by a large, ornate podium accessed by a short flight of stairs. That’s where the book was kept.
Haruko Maeda http://www.harukomaeda.com/
They agreed to meet and they marked it upon a piece of paper with two X’s, signifying somewhere in time and space.
After she gave him the wrong directions, she bolted the door then slid a chair up against it, under the door knob. She’d seen them do that on television.
Louise Bourgeois https://www.fondationbeyeler.ch/en/exhibitions/insomnia-drawings/
Vines had grown over the old building, so now it blended into the surrounding foliage which slowly inhaled and exhaled in a cool moist breeze.