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Balloons (#1-4). Lambda prints. 20x30 inches. 2012.
About:
I bought a bushel of helium-filled party balloons with the intention of photographing their decay; a metaphor on that shifting feeling on birthdays. Of course, like a watched pot, nothing much seemed to change with these balloons as they sat in my studio. Eventually I put them in a box, tucked them in a closet, and forgot about them. Years later I opened what I thought was an empty box, and found these scraps of rubber at the bottom.