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Blood on the ice, fish blood
Octopus and squid flesh

The fresh blue plastic bag
they carry – I don’t care for it.

But you, with your cold
You are fire in the morning

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Note:

I wanted to draw the rich black and orange of a fire’s morning embers into the world of a fish shop where the flesh rests on ice, and ended up with these artifacts like magnified arms of lichen, which have often been present in the generated art whose jagged mix enshrines the process combining the source images and concepts.

Desire marginalises small concerns. And a cold is often a small concern.