peacock apocalypse (open collection print) · Piribebuy / Paraguay · 2024
The sun had exploded and hung in shreds all over the sky. I could tell by the nuclear mist that seeped through the flyscreen, not minding all the little rectangles in its way. That entire morning was one fuzzy cloud of light. Maybe the fever had done me in. Hell, I thought, hell wasn’t so bad after all. Just that it was upside down. A celestial ocean of fire. Ah well, I should have been so lucky. The end of the world was only in my paracetamol head. Outside of it, there was no escaping another long day on the peacock farm. Can’t ever take a day off on a farm. Because nature doesn’t. And days are longer on farms. Breaks shorter. To be sure, meals and laughs are heartier. What you reap is juicier. And the sleep is sound like death. Until that pesky sun rises again. Never takes a day off either.
- Lambda C-print
- Fuji Crystal archive paper, 231 gsm
- Semi-matte finish, slight sheen
- Natural colors, detailed image reproduction
- Carbon neutral print production
