Walking to work in the drizzle this week & spotted a photo negative strip wet on the footpath - I walked a few more steps, turned & picked it up, complete with little wet worm attached (think it died from eating emulsion)
Picking up other peoples personal photos is always weird - creepy almost.
There's something eerie about images of strangers - are they dead? Is there no one left to keep the memento? Maybe they just don't give a shit.
I let the neg dry on my desk in the day & brought it home to scan - now I can call it art - found in Annandale Dec 2008.
