"We are in the greatest danger of being run over when we have just gotten out of the way of a carriage," Friedrich Nietzsche
As an impovershed photographer in my twenties, I freely purchased reproductions as a means of self-expression. My daughter, Eliza (now 10) slept in crib finished to resemble peeling paint. Her vintage armoire, an artifact from the turn of the century was pure authenticiy-peeling paint, tainted with lead and all. My fear ultiimately prevailed and I had the armoire stripped and repainted by a professional. Before he took the lethal object out of the nursery, the man who made it antispetic, told me his daughter currently has lead-poisoning, but it was in no way due to him trapsing reminants of his craft through his house. At thirty-six some of my food, art and cloaks are handmade and organic. Some will never resemble nature and have been manufactured a hundred times over.