textures of time

I went on a walk this weekend to see all the pretty trees turn different colors. I also saw an old film based on a Tennessee Williams play.

"Alive, all alive, as the new ripe blue berry made its burst through the branch, the hands hovered and swooped to attack, and hovered and swooped to attack, they were diving down on blue berries, turning them over to expose their soft undersides, tearing their undersides open, and rending and mutilating their flesh..."


Squish from Marcie LaCerte on Vimeo.