Here at The Department of Homeland Inspiration where we specialize in "art" of the daily, we invented a job and a badge and a moving desk of discovery. It seems amazing to have been doing this for nine years now, a quandary of perception, of place, of gnawing on certain bones.
From the series, moments in fencing:
|along with rivulets and worm trails|
|our favorite dancer|
|While a marvel of a movement puzzle, it makes us really think about the cartilages inbetween and how to keep them moving|