Raw, Naked Art

“Everyday at a quarter past three I open up a can of tuna and set it on the table. I cut two thick slices of bread that has already begun to stale and put them on a white china plate already set out on the table, and slide it next to the can of tuna. I then take out a match from the box on the table and light a candle – just enough light to cast on the objects before me before I make a sandwich. I sit and look at the scene for a while and consider the best angle for a good composition, though my camera is stowed away in the closet. My mind is the camera, and my soul the film. Just me and my scene.
The checkerboard cloth reminds me of better days when the quiet was a muted horn playing, playing in the background…

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