but i can have the image taped to my wall. just like i can have the slightly frumpy-chic bedroom in dusty white fabric and metal with pops of orange and cerullean in tiny, chic fabric bits, here and there. it's there, on my living room wall, a luscious, dreamy landscape of idyllic scenes i inhabit in my imaginary (real) home. or this. who could dream of such a living room?
and as i frame up my images before tearing or cutting (usually, tearing) them out of their shiny catalog-homes, i work especially hard to maintain the textual descriptions, item numbers, and other identifying hieroglyphics, for they manifest a secret lexicon that magically creates the discursive web of my interior architecture. and it's, spectacular, really.
really. you should see it.