after having this dried fountainhead mirror photographed several times it is still rewarding to go back to it. This abandoned piece of beauty the black lines cracking off, the partition dissolving on the surface and throwing shadows on the wall and this again being shown behind the the black lines i am realizing that an reflection is not necessarily sth clear and bright , surprising , but i do not and did´t see many pictures of smudgy mirrors. There fore I am avoiding any further dwelling on that topic and am happy to make my own thought less believable, assuming i discovered a human thought model in myself.
left over art deco mass produced furniture, the calming glamour/armour of a bend, non continuous line, we have it all.
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