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As I lie, groggy with sleep still in my eyes an image comes to mind. I see two men’s shirts hanging in the bottom left corner, there is nothing else. I don’t understand the image, but it hangs in my mind like a trapeze artist with no clothes. I’m not sure why I remember it so vividly or why it matters. I lie there thinking about it, the doona edging further down to expose myself to the white washed ceiling that is bathed in 5AM light. The red numbers flick over on the clock by the bed and I make a move, discarding my bedding and treading carefully, so as not to wake the other. Closing the door slowly, so as not to even let out a creak, I wash my face, switch on the kettle and sit at the computer listening to the sounds of the kettle stirring, almost like the sound of water flowing around quickly in circles, almost like the sound of a river muffled. I start my search, looking through the archives of photos for men’s shirts – none are to be found. A new idea flows into my mind and I set to selecting the right shirts and creating them myself.

Time goes by until I see what I want before me on the screen. Finding the right texture and then merging and it doesn’t quite look right. I see a line in the space on the right side of the shirt, I know where it belongs and find something to make it real. Then, it is still not quite right, something is missing. It just needs an extra added touch of flowers in a vase… and then, the computer freezes.

Sometimes when we get an obstacle in our goal, we don’t go back to it for awhile, but here I am going back to put the final touches onto this image that doesn’t mean anything, it is just an image that wanted to come into being…

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(Shirts on chair is my photo)

Flower -
Textures - and
Ledge (from a window) -

Description
As I lie, groggy with sleep still in my eyes an image comes to mind. I see two men’s shirts hanging in the bottom left corner, there is nothing else. I don’t understand the image, but it hangs in my mind like a trapeze artist with no clothes. I’m not sure why I remember it so vividly or why it matters. I lie there thinking about it, the doona edging further down to expose myself to the white washed ceiling that is bathed in 5AM light. The red numbers flick over on the clock by the bed and I make a move, discarding my bedding and treading carefully, so as not to wake the other. Closing the door slowly, so as not to even let out a creak, I wash my face, switch on the kettle and sit at the computer listening to the sounds of the kettle stirring, almost like the sound of water flowing around quickly in circles, almost like the sound of a river muffled. I start my search, looking through the archives of photos for men’s shirts – none are to be found. A new idea flows into my mind and I set to selecting the right shirts and creating them myself.

Time goes by until I see what I want before me on the screen. Finding the right texture and then merging and it doesn’t quite look right. I see a line in the space on the right side of the shirt, I know where it belongs and find something to make it real. Then, it is still not quite right, something is missing. It just needs an extra added touch of flowers in a vase… and then, the computer freezes.

Sometimes when we get an obstacle in our goal, we don’t go back to it for awhile, but here I am going back to put the final touches onto this image that doesn’t mean anything, it is just an image that wanted to come into being…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

STOCK USED: -
(Shirts on chair is my photo)

Flower -
Textures - and
Ledge (from a window) -