I am trying to edit down around 20,000 iPhone photos for my April show at the Cherry Branch Gallery.
All is going well (at 4 in the morning) until I get to the hundreds (thousands?) of Poppy pictures I took last summer.
I am obsessed with my Poppies. I get why people boil them down to goo and smoke them (is that how it works?), I would too, as a matter of fact I thought about it many times last summer. There is something so hypnotic and narcotic about just looking at them, why not smoke them?
Cray, Cray. Total Poppy madness.
If the madness moves you…