Stuart Ross Workshop, March 27, 2010
Above Furby House Books, Port Hope
Excerpt from a Project (Don't Call it An Exercise)
You're thinking of this guy who tore up the lawn in front of his house and how he pulled out the fat white grubs and drowned them in a white bucket and how when you walked by his house he said: wanna see a grub? You're thinking how he replaced the lawn with spruce trees and lily-of-the-valley and how eventually a forest grew in front of his living room window and the neighbours said: how odd. Then he pulled up the backyard too and planted lilacs and raspberry bushes and he didn't have a car or a wife or children and was always taking the bus and coming home with bags of things and giving you heart-shaped boxes on Valentines Day. You're thinking how he died one May and how they found his house filled with fine china and chocolate and about the jam on your toast as you drank tea from a thin blue cup he gave you and how the neighbours said: that's probably worth something.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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