(the fabric of reality)
microcrystalline wax, ice, eco and rust dyed silks and cotton,
paper, shellac, various dried organic materials, thread
2023
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‘I don’t know how’
it’s a circle
it’s a line
it’s a basket as old as time
holding us
holding you
sure you do
2022
When We Are Alive Our Eyes Shine (that age old riddle) 'a brave and startling' nest seen out of the corner of my very own eye tangled in the shadows past the narrows weaving in and out of marsh coiling through silk threads and other depths we often find intriguing where has she gone? Mother's skin has been left behind that fellow flesh eater feral and midnight rough did she slither over the smoking embers of the july road or spiral launch right into the sky with nothing left buoyed by the magic of her own grace?
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