narrative visual artist


no one questions where they went

the forever cupcake.jpg

i saw the cupcake the other day.  this time in a window. (interesting in its own respect) again, i watched as he quite gently scooped someone from the shore--graceful almost.  the person said nothing and looked back toward land with a new perspective.
turning then, the cupcake glides out to sea.  no one knows quite where the cupcake goes, nor do they question the where-abouts of the person chosen by the cupcake.  they are simply somewhere else.

Laura Sturm