I am sealed together in a casing made of the DNA, made from both of my parents. I see my Father's neck in the morning mirror, as I am shaving it . I recognize my Mother's posture in the reflection of a parked car as I walk by it. The socks are an analogy, a universal truth that none of us can escape. Looked from a different point of view, the socks can be a metaphor for relationships. Relationships,good or bad, making us who we are, whether your lover is a beauty, a beast , or loneliness itself, you are with it, encased in plastic. ….This was a manufactured piece. Images were made by John Herndon frenchfriedeyeballs. The 3 silhouetted ladies were found online. I ordered 3 pairs of each. I combined the ladies with the beasts and repackaged them, sealing them in together.
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