#227: A Perfect Place to Grow

Your preferred environment.

#226: Proustian Window

A stained glass window in the shape of a madeleine.  The window depicts the triggers that would take you through and the memories you would discuss on the other side.

#225: Happy black days, this here’s the summer (here's the summer)

Oil on canvas.

Scene of someone in a terrible state (their eyes dark, their skin pale and sallow, their hair long and bedraggled) exiting a building into bright sunlight.

#224: You are not alone

Picture of the interior of a library.

#223: Which boxes fit in you? (Or would you rather burn all the boxes and their labels?)

A room full of boxes.  The majority with genders, age ranges, nationalities, religions, professions, sexualities, generations, races, cultures, etc written on them - the sort of words used in surveys to build you in their eyes, or to pigeonhole someone.  

Factual, kind, hateful or nasty.  All you can think of are present.

Larger boxes in the centre of the room have You written on the side.  These are big enough to fit a number of the other boxes in, once flattened.

Also in the room: a stanley knife, lighter fluid, matches and an incinerator bin.

#222: A note (What I’ve been thinking about today)

A blank postcard with the following typed on the picture side:

The mind transcends over all mediums

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but something aesthetically or auditorily pleasing is best.

#221: Scratch off the surface and there is nothing there

A run of mass produced scratchcards.  The cards themselves are black with a white area that can be scratched off.  Above this area are the words, in white, “Scratch off the surface and there is nothing there…”  Scratching off the white area reveals nothing but black underneath, extending the border to the centre.

The reverse has a white background with black text reading: 

scratch me how you like: 

obliterate or create, 

or just imagine.