Crusts and crumbs

wood chippings and nail clippings glued on some crusty old crepe paper
was this art?

i cocked my head to the right...the greyish hues tilted quizically

i cocked my head to the left...an up-side-down frown glared back

sometimes we see something which doesnt make sense, and in an attempt to understand it we try to adopt a different perspective...but do those always work? will the unrest of not figuring something out consume us and haunt us to no end?

if i'm making sense, then congratulations, but if i'm not, it's ok...just sit with it for a while. eventually things break down, like grains of sand, or tiny crumbs, which will fall thru the cracks in our minds, and we may percieve this as a great loss.

i've had a love-hate relationship with logic, and she's mad at me for challenging her so damn much. i can't help it, i'm like an impetuous child looking for a satisfying answer.