i've been cleaning my studio and purging things i haven't touched in 6+ years......methodically thumbing through the tiniest of scraps, i've been as surgically precise in throwing things away as i was in hoarding them in the first place. i'm intrigued with scanning what once so pre-occupied me: clippings of sports stats, grocery sale flyers, images of clocks, and old machine operation manuals/instruction booklets, to name just a few. soon these items will be converted into toilet paper, magazines, and other familiar items, having been carted away this morning by our not so friendly recycle management collector. he tends to dismount his vehicle and curse profusely as he hurriedly scoops up items that have flown beyond the path of the truck bed and onto the pavement below. i know this, because i've secretly watched him from my studio door, careful not to poke my head out too far, just like mom did years ago avoiding many a well suited jahova witness knocking upon our door. yes, we're the guilty ones on the block, filling our bins to full capacity and beyond, saving the planet......one clipping at a time.
but, the above cut out is just too precious to pitch. i salvaged this from a family photograph, one where everyone appeared 'normal' in the shot.....everyone but this poor baby boy, with his bulging eyes and enormous, swollen tongue. was he evacuating his breakfast lunch AND dinner? or was he simply about to blurt out his very first word? most likely he was preparing to scream bloody murder, having been the only one to notice the giant 10 foot tall, snarling, hairy monster behind the photographer.
i just don't know whether to laugh or cry when i look at it.
it's the kind of image that makes me realize why i never wanted kids, but at the same time realize just why so many people do.