The witchy magic was to take a dried up old plant and make a picture out of it, making it look like some kind of life-force had ever flowed through it, all the time in a highly schematic way showing a sort of generalised representation of a botanical construction of a plant - and hopefully preserving just a little of its very own individual selfhood. And trying to remove as much of your own nonsense from the process, whilst managing an engaging 'personal style'.
Oh I love that shit. And how I love the human brain, to be able to make such varied and fanciful constructions of its reality and such jostling and jarring narratives and put them together as if nothing were more difficult than learning to control a rotring pen on drafting film. Which is difficult indeed, i hope to get an opportunity to bore you about that later.
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