Day Forty Three

Day 43: Poor 43, almost no one has anything to say about her. The one association I found was that 43 is an unfortunate number. I seem to associate gray with the negative, as well as a mis-shapen form.

That's why 43 has a rock hanging from her, holding her down, like an albatross around her neck. I started feeling so sorry about her that I wanted to do something to make her existence more fortunate. Thus the word perfect and the glittering red repair.


acrylic paint, foil, pebble on seed packet