If death is the mother of beauty, is it, perhaps, a fear of death that underlies compulsive neatness and perfectionism? May your objects, like you, remain pristine and live forever, unbowed, un-compromised, sustained by élan! How else to explain religious zealots, ideologues, the life extension industry, and see-thru plastic furniture slipcovers?
TITLE - "Perfect"
WHERE - La Mesa, California (2015)