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IN PROGRESS I am touching a place that I have only dreamed of reaching. There is a dance and a trembling at once. It sounds dramatic, but this time it feels serious, not a close call or near miss. If there is a target one could hit it once, twice, or rarely three times in a life span. The canvases spring open to catch hold of all of what is inside and out. I am free to trust the rapid explosions and let them be.  My studio wall Thick paint, thin paint, canvas showing and not, what is insinuated, thwarted, kept or pushed back become a collision of my stories, worn tapestries coming to life, long histories, some surprise, a land of shape and weight that arises from the woven color that reconciles joy and misery. An important key to creating endearing and enduring art: make it for yourself  Etched brain scan light box from Negative to Positive. l |
THE MURMURING OF MISSING PIECES News or no news. Ponderings and acceptances. Fresh starts, revelations, and beauty. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 PAST POSTS (Selected) Anatomy of an idea Tea Takes Time Speak To Me, Speak For Me In Progress Project Art Out Of This World Course Of Action |
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