M. Frances Foster

Designer, maker and denim enthusiast
based in the middle of the map.

Here I share various visual exercises,
new works, scrapshots of places and things; evidences of life and living
in St. Louis, U.S.A.

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A complicated, romantic thing involving
paper scraps, stringed instruments
and phases of the moon
 



We work in the dark. 
We do what we can.
We give what we have.
Our doubt is our passion.
Our passion is our task.
The rest is the madness of art.

-

Henry James

 

 

 

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Wednesday
Nov112015

A portrait of she, before

preserved instant film negative; Wildwood, Missouri, 2014 / photo by Jon Bonham

We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the 'ideas' with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience. Or at least we do for awhile.  

...In what would probably be the middle of my life I wanted still to believe in the narrative and in the narrative's intelligibility, but to know that one could change the sense with every cut was to begin to perceive the experience as rather more electrical than ethical.



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excerpt from The White Album, Joan Didion

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