traces
pigment on rag
7 x 19 in - edition of 1
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no. 1 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 2 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 3 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 4 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 5 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 6 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 7 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 8 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 9 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 10 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 11 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 12 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 13 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 14 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 15 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
no. 16 (diptych), 2008, printed 2019
I have been tracing new hairs appearing, the slight of my eyes, the frown of my brows, the smiley corners of my mouth, my ears wondering how softly a sound I could hear, how loud I could resist. Sticking my tongue to new heights, tumbling my body to new hills.
I discovered the grass, the reeds, the rock and the dirt. Water made me so happy, and the sky got me lost, sometimes. I moved a finger and a leaf moved as well. I blew my chest out and joined the wind in its journey.
I started tracing the birds and their wings, the clouds and their moon.
A very familiar feeling took over me that shuffled my skin, the contours surrounding, tracing it all.
