Cool! How could I have missed that!? It's what I love about poetry, art, photography -- the work is always a collaboration and never finished until someone else defines it.
I think the collaboration is mainly between your conscious work and your unconscious. Like a slip of the tongue - you (or was it Bagman?) snuck a half-dressed, voluptuous woman into your photo editing. Maybe we could call it a Freudian corset. Crafty!!! :)
I also like the vague reflection of the photographer. I use Paint Shop Pro which now fights with Windows 7 ... so I almost have to be a programmer to do anything with my photos these days!
Maybe I'm really tired, but when this came up in my blog roll, the thumbnail of the image looked like an abstract of a woman's torso in a corset...
ReplyDeleteDitto, Jo.
ReplyDeleteCool! How could I have missed that!? It's what I love about poetry, art, photography -- the work is always a collaboration and never finished until someone else defines it.
ReplyDeleteNow I have to go back to look for the torso in a corset... phew, this blogging malarky is tiring ;)
ReplyDeleteIs that a reflection of you taking the photo in the middle? That's a very cool shot.
ReplyDeleteI think the collaboration is mainly between your conscious work and your unconscious. Like a slip of the tongue - you (or was it Bagman?) snuck a half-dressed, voluptuous woman into your photo editing. Maybe we could call it a Freudian corset. Crafty!!! :)
ReplyDeleteCorsets? Corsets?! It's a jug full of the bubbling waters of life! Corsets, indeed....
ReplyDeleteAre you kidding, it is a pitcher full of jelly beans. Who ever heard such nonsense. It is a clear a mud. I love fooling with the fotoshop.
ReplyDeleteQMM
I also like the vague reflection of the photographer. I use Paint Shop Pro which now fights with Windows 7 ... so I almost have to be a programmer to do anything with my photos these days!
ReplyDeleteIt's a pitcher of water with a wooden chair in it!
ReplyDeleteNo it's definitely a woman's torso in a corset.
ReplyDeleteOf course all pitchers look like a woman's torso in a corset to me.