Actually I found it under my bed. Several months ago I horrified Nancy by losing her artwork immediately after it arrived and then blaming the disappearance on our overzealous cleaning person, Consuelo. Oh, I am evil to the core. Anyway, I was cleaning up the filth next to my nightstand and thar she blew, the smell of Kordite was in the air. Consuelo, forgive me. Maybe it was a good thing it was simmering beneath me. I see it more clearly having slept on it for months on end.
The Thing Itself: How Quant
This is truly time capsule material, isn't it? The coiff, the mod-A-line dress, the happiness the product bestows (I guess that's a timeless given) but also...the tagline: "fill, tie, toss away." Toss away...toss away...toss away, the angels voices sing and then the camera pulls back far enough to see the krakatoa-sized gyre of plastic water bottles that is now a lifeform unto itself. How blithe we were, how blithe we aren't...
On the verso side
O Nancy it was sweet of you to concern yourself with her coiff which is just big enough to satisfy my bouffant craving. Though examining now through the slept over lens it looks as though it were painted on. Something about the way the ear emerges from the fur like a nascent mushroom. Finally, observe Nancy's mini collage with its archaic text quoth he. Thank you, Nancy...Alls well that ends well.