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house of prayer

“house of prayer”
a hand cut and pasted collage composed of images from vintage books and magazines

Art, CollageVictoria ArmourDecember 10, 2024art, collage, cut and paste, vintage, victoria armour studios
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did we dream too fast?

Art, CollageVictoria ArmourDecember 12, 2024art, collage, cut and paste, vintage, victoria armour studios
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cross-processed kodachrome.

Film, NatureVictoria ArmourNovember 19, 2024kodachrome, cross process, sprocket holes, expired film, kodak, snow, nature, film fog, film, 35mm, analog, victoria armour studios

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when i think of you, i think of suns setting and moons rising, and the absurdity of time bending to cradle it all. and if i ever forgot my own name, i’d still remember yours. and i thought that, by now, maybe you should know.
“fragmented gaze” / a hand cut and pasted collage composed of images from vintage books and magazines. initially made this piece as a quick “tester” to try out a new varnish, but ended up loving the tones and layering. my w
superia 400 soaks — part two. superia 400 soaks (part one) “summertime” / a hand cut and pasted collage on a 45 record, composed of images from vintage books and magazines; used under fair use principles.
some film soaks for your feed (fujifilm 400, minolta x-700).
roanoke, va captured with kodak ektachrome (expiration date of ‘84) i had hoped you’d taste like morning fog, the subtle creak of old gates, damp pine needles, faith in our existence, or maybe lips that love me. but when it rains, it pours in sepia monochromic cloud-tears. and, as we waded barefoot in the bleak even now i wish i had counted my steps, been able to trace my way back. i guess i would straighten my spine and untwist my owl neck, always too caught looking backwards listening for things that cannot be heard. and i guess i would leave you everythi an unfocused triad, damaged negatives. (shot on expired 35mm lomochrome purple). i. one day you dragged me out beneath the storm clouds to sit in their shadow — you pressed close your pulse and asked if the echoes matched the ones in your wrist. ii. the next time you lingered jus yet, here i am. here i am.
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