this is my favorite imaginary. she is picking stars and handing them to the boy below. in others they are sketches or held within cabinets. sometimes she drops them in a small repeating action. sometimes they are frozen as art and gazing. often his hand is aloft. in this one the ladder is made of wheels and parts, and the boy is very sad.
what sadness, what stars.
bell jar, paper, strange box, transparency, lights, old mirror