Seeing the past, in stereo. Omar Willey’s latest musings on anonymous photographs.
Sunday Comics: it fillets, it chops, it dices, slices, never stops, lasts a lifetime, mows your lawn and it picks up the kids from school, it gets rid of unwanted facial hair, it gets rid of embarrassing age spots, it delivers a pizza, and it lengthens, and it strengthens, and it finds that slipper that’s been at large under the chaise lounge for several weeks.
More thoughts on the poetics of the quotidian in anonymous photographs by Omar Willey.
You better squeeze all the Charmin you can while Mr. Whipple’s not around — stick your head in the Comix and get yourself a tan.
Thoughts on sequences, conceptual art, and mugging for the camera by Omar Willey.
Today is her birthday, they’re smoking cigars. He gives her Sunday Comics, and sews a bird in her knickers.