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It shrieks its way free from her mouth, emerging in all its gruesome glory. Spindly arms push past the lips and it launches forward, sharp, like a nosferatu’s fangs eager to pierce, to maim. A bullet that, once fired, cannot be taken back.
“Hurry up, dear,” her mother called from up ahead.
“I’m coming,” she grumbled, hiking her backpack higher upon her shoulders. With purposeful stomps she made her way to her parents. They were pointing at a rare bird on a branch too far away for her to see.
They loved her. Always they sang when she rose. Their petals shone under her gaze, their colours vivid, leaves lush. They preened to her crooning, a feeling, not a sound. So easily they forgot that sometimes she was harsh and unforgiving, beating down on…
Saliva scratched its way down her throat as she swallowed. She sighed through her mouth, though a small amount of air managed to whistle its way through her nose.
She reached for another tissue as a sneeze lingered, prodding slightly. Testing. She…
Desolate, the land fatigued under the wind’s constant barrage. Trees scattered themselves distantly, branches barren. Spindly, they leaned away from the monstrous howling, not strong enough to survive should the storm turn its fury upon them.
A simple and yet beautiful instrument. Haunting in its echoes, but soothing. A wonderful example of how rhythm can create something amazing.
so you gonna attach a swing to the side of a mountain held together by a screw and expect nothing bad to happen
“Jacobs’s dioramas provide peeks into a world in which reality is presented in such exquisite detail it begins to look surreal.
The artist draws from art history and garden pest control brochures alike to create miniature 3D works of art, viewed through a circular glass lens. Viewers get the impression that they are looking into another realm, simultaneously natural and constructed, familiar and unknown. In a way, we get a taste for a fish’s life from inside the bowl.”