M. Frances Foster

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

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

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paper scraps, stringed instruments
and phases of the moon
 

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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.

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Henry James

 

 

 

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Monday
Jul092012

The hard to reach places, the things you put there

 

chairs on the wall at the downtown Local Harvest // St. Louis

 
 

FUJI INSTAX WIDE

 

What we need to question is bricks, concrete, glass, our table manners, our utensils, our tools, the way we spend our time, our rhythms. To question that which seems to have ceased forever to astonish us. We live, true, we breathe, true; we walk, we open doors, we go down staircases, we sit at a table in order to eat, we lie down on a bed in order to sleep. How? Where? When? Why?

  _Georges Perec, 1973;  excerpt from Strangely Familiar: Design and Everyday Life

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