In 1985, I lost my brother, Michael Atkin in an accidental drowning death near Port Carling, Ontario, Canada. He was 19 years old. In 2010, I returned to the corner where I last saw his image fading away into the afternoon sun- College & Bathurst Streets in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. There I found this cast off, undressed doll set up on a cookie tin with a red apple placed on her belly.
45″ x 30″ Framed Mounted & Laminated Fine Art Photography
The long stitch. Always returning to the 5. Returning to remembering.
Where did my life go? Here, have some symbols.
After all your chances are gone, then you will know why you never have any.
Suspended in Kultra on a projection screen. Watched, copied, replayed, stolen.
Life without air. Sucking the life out of life. Nothing given. All taken. Losing for Winning.
Sexualized 4th dimensional interfacing with actors and politicians took over after beta programming started to wear off.