The Teabag Prophecies
About a year ago I started collecting teabags because I loved the organic-ness of a used and dried up bag of tea. I also love repetition and the linearity of things. There is something very regimental and military-like about any ordinary object or human being stacked side by side; almost but not altogether uniform. I brought this back out today and restarted work on it with help from my sister, Yasmine, who took all the pictures except for the ones with her in them, obviously.
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- phone break
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- the last of the bunch, scattered and weak
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- the prophecies are being written
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- aw. they look innocuous but they’re actually quite a bitch squad
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- *whip!*
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- how oh how. she never got those last one completely detangled
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- more bad news
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- ghadah’s little sweatshop of horrors
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- not so funny now, eh?
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- she thinks it’s funny now
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- yes, they stay on with elmer’s glue, yasmine
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- work it, bags
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- i look like someone working at minimum wage
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- busy with bags
I love the liveliness of them.. I feel that each teabag has a history of its own, a teacup that it recalls, someone’s lips and someone’s nose..
Amazing work!
Oh and your sister is CUTE!