The New Generation of Classic Short Stories

Vol. 9, No. 4

Notes on Design

by Tom Waits

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To Whoever,

These are oil stains I’ve found in parking lots in the U.S. and abroad. The horse I found on a stall door at Santa Anita Racetrack. The horse had chewed away the white paint on the door and left this incredible image of a horse sailing over a fence. After finding that I began looking for ghost images in the stains beneath cars. None of them has been retouched. They are like I found them. I took them with B+W film. I like to say I work in oils. See whatever you wish to see in them; they are the astonishing shapes and mysteries of the natural world.

T.W.

PS: Oh, the shadow of the horse head is in fact a shadow of a horse head, at the track.

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