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tell them i came, and no one answered

conversation1.jpgi recently abandoned a photography project titled “sans teeth, sans eyes… sans everything: bears.” though i enjoyed consuming buckets of gummy bears and draining my iphone battery in the name of art, the project simply became too personal to bear. i couldn’t be objective. i became too emotionally invested in the series, unable to forbear showcasing my deepest issues. the gummy bear submerged, curled on its side and riddled with bubbles, so reminiscent of a whale corpse teeming with flesh-eating hagfish and bristleworms: mortality. the gummy bear sagging before a reflection which provides no answers to existential questions of the soul: identity. the gummy bear heavily bearded upon the face, yet smooth and supple of the body: base sensuality. the gummy bears imagining themselves enclosed within a blooming orange post-coital warmth when in reality they have just debased themselves, the female in particular, having partaken of much rum: the futility of life.



  1. Is this a bearly concealed cry for help?

    Tuesday, February 19, 2013 at 6:24 pm | Permalink
  2. susie wrote:

    i BEARed my soul, and you answered in kind! thank you beary much! (/dies of shame)

    Wednesday, February 20, 2013 at 12:10 am | Permalink