{"id":7945,"date":"2020-05-09T12:41:46","date_gmt":"2020-05-09T16:41:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.earthwidemoth.com\/blog\/?p=7945"},"modified":"2020-05-09T13:09:24","modified_gmt":"2020-05-09T17:09:24","slug":"troublemake-17","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.earthwidemoth.com\/blog\/2020\/05\/09\/troublemake-17\/","title":{"rendered":"Troublemake #17"},"content":{"rendered":"\u23f3 Approximate reading time: <\/span> < 1<\/span> min<\/span><\/span>\n
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Troublemake #17<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Another in a series of anothers. One more in a series of plus ones. Added to the sixteen before it, a drawing. The last? Why dither. Into the gallery<\/a>, or a way of saying “art porch.” Peculiar forms cystic, yellowed diaper hooked (accidentally?), bent toe, bulbous pads where arms and legs bend, are they knees, who can say?, or are they elbows. Nice eyelashes. Nice nostril spirals. Nice lips. Nice neckfolds. Eh. Fangs and other gray teeth, patterned blemishes whose patterns because they are patterns hint at everything is as it should be, shadow cast against a brick-brushed backdrop, all at risk of meaninglessness but for the eyes fixated on what beyond the frame, but for identification, but for light, but for the quickest of knowledges synapsed and synapsing ocularly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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