11 July 1996

Popsicle Art

I've always admired the sight of a melted popsicle or melted ice cream. The sticky ghosts look like the chalk outlines of bodies at a crime scene. I've wanted to make a series of photographs of melted popsicles, ice cream cones, et cetera, but never have. Although I don't particularly like sweets, it paradoxically seems wrong to deliberately ruin something that's almost food. If nothing else, this reasoned inactivity represents perhaps my most successful attempt at rational procrastination.