One day I was sitting and pondering a French baguette, as I often do, and it occurred to me that, just like bread, you and I are full of tiny little holes. Only our holes, however, are not caused by pockets of gas created in the chemical reactions that transpire as a result of the highly conducive heated environment within an oven. I haven't figured out what causes ours yet. This piece of art captures the essence of those inner holes by extending their natural metaphor, the elongation lengthening and illustrating our own unexplained inner holes.
|Original date||5/28/05 12:21 PM|
|Resolution||2048 x 1536|
|Camera model||Canon PowerShot S230|