Iceland

Virtual, so to speak.
I was looking for something to happen, which did not happen, but then something else happened, which will do for now, and then it went into the twitches of photoshop, and here it is, poor thing, passing in time and form, caught in a moment of its passage... back to the chamber of alterations.
It's really a rectangular piece of plastic pressed onto stiff paper with a generous squeeze of dated sealant on the edges. I hear that Iceland is composed of the same materials as the ocean floor all around it; volcanic action pushed up this little segment of it; now we have liberal, tolerant Norse (men/women!) sanctioning alternative lifestyles in a haze of geothermal steam surrounded by blobs of ice.


That sounds like a process I can live with. Now here, the plastic rectangle came from the Black Hole in Atomic City; the paper lay on my table, anxious; the tube of sealant came from the shed, dated from the last millennium, the process did not need much rehearsal: squeeze the stuff onto the edges of the plastic, press the plastic onto the paper...photoshop.


In both instances the elements are obvious enough to anticipate and explain their behavior in a process. Occurrences cause them to enact predictable drama (you might be kind enough to click upon this, even magnify, once you're there):