Monday, January 4, 2016

figure

 
My body is the record of those I have loved.
I feel their bones as my bones.
The love is fixed.
The love is instantly accessible to memory.
It is somehow strained into my body as colour into cloth.
Anne Truitt
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  1. jeanne hewell-chambersJanuary 4, 2016 at 9:24 PM

    Oooohhhhh. The thrill of witnessing your process. Are these the same string pieces that you were auditioning yesterday? Sumptuousness.

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    1. Judy MartinJanuary 5, 2016 at 2:35 AM

      Yes! I am so excited about this new piece. The vertical smooth earth, the horizontal frayed surround. Thanks for your positive self. love. x

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