adventures in reflective surfaces
One of my masks
"...Would youlike my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face of your god
The stories are woven
and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold..."
It was at that moment when I was about to listen to the music when the cyanicCD glowed like a jewel. So I gazed at it and took this picture. Originally the bluedisc reflects (burned into its organic dye) the songs of an exceptional Canadian artist LoreenaMcKennit and the author of my quote. But tonight iteven mirrored my image for the pleasure of TMP.
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face of your god
The stories are woven
and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold..."
It was at that moment when I was about to listen to the music when the cyanicCD glowed like a jewel. So I gazed at it and took this picture. Originally the bluedisc reflects (burned into its organic dye) the songs of an exceptional Canadian artist LoreenaMcKennit and the author of my quote. But tonight iteven mirrored my image for the pleasure of TMP.
05 2002