Stuff, the narrative. Change rooms, chairs and things as other things. Bins move stuff from here to elsewhere. Forget the narrative. Don’t worry Share this:TweetLike this:Like Loading... Related Posted by Jessie Martinovic 13 responses to Stuff, the narrative. mikesteeden August 4, 2016 Good to see the magic of feet got a place within the collage Jessie Martinovic – Author August 5, 2016 feet are everywhere. My personal pair, get nice and swollen (fat) in the heat and can’t fit in their sandles. Such a whoopie daisies, if there ever were one! mikesteeden August 5, 2016 My feet once saved from being arrested by the police…true story. Said police had found a footprint of a murderer and matched it to a certain brand of shoes…they then checked out exactly who had purchased such shoes (people like me) and came knocking at my door late one evening. Good fortune smiled though. The murderer wore size 7 whereas I take size 12. Thank you feet! Jessie Martinovic – Author August 6, 2016 You seem to have lived quite the life Mike. How scary! Marissa Bergen August 4, 2016 Nicely odd, oddly nice! Jessie Martinovic – Author August 5, 2016 Cheers Marissa 🙂 shenandoahbreakdown August 4, 2016 so many great photographs here! Jessie Martinovic – Author August 5, 2016 Cheers Jose, glad you enjoy/ed them. Not sure why seeing everything on something else appeals to me more than just seeing the actual thing. markrenney2 August 4, 2016 If the Davids Lynch and Hockney were to collaborate they might come up with something like this. Jessie Martinovic – Author August 5, 2016 Never heard of these artists before, thanks for the link, they look interesting indeed. And if anything, have me missing paint! shehannemoore August 5, 2016 You don’t need narrative with this collection x Jessie Martinovic – Author August 6, 2016 Thanks Shey. Ultimately narrative accumulates, though, hey. Weather we like it or not. Clouds rain. Wow, I must have woke up poetic or something! shehannemoore August 6, 2016 LOl. I was just thinking that as I read your reply. She is poetic today in every way…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.