Another piece of found metallic sculpture. OK, it's the inside of our oven, now beautifully cleaned. Honesty compels me to admit I had nothing to do with cleaning it (although my propensity for roasting chickens from the farmers' market probably had a great deal to do with its engrained and greasy state). I am clearly the kind of maddening girl friend who hangs around with a camera at the ready waiting to record abstract shiny surfaces when they have been meticulously prepared, but I'll take this opportunity to reiterate my gratitude.
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