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Small Batch

1 colour riso

2013

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How Sad, How Lovely; M. Frances Foster, 2016  —  found papers, unglued

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Agnes Martin - This Rain oil on canvas - ca. 1960

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BDDW

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listening to: Sean Rowe Her Songs

— collage as exercise

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Art is a way out.

Do not let life overwhelm you. When the old paths are choked with the debris of failure, look for newer and fresher paths. Art is just such a path. Art is distilled from suffering. …We are, as yet, only at the beginning…”

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1. 3 color galore print by Mr.Guenther via Riso Club 2. Nathanael West, Miss Lonelyhearts, excerpt, 1933

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At the back of our acre here, my wife and I,  freshly moved in, freshly together,  transplanted two hemlocks that guarded our door  gloomily, green gnomes a meter high.  One died, gray as sagebrush next spring.  The other lives on and some day will dominate  this view no longer mine, its great  lazy feathery hemlock limbs down-drooping,  its tent-shaped caverns resinous and deep.  Then may I return, an old man, a trespasser,  and remember and marvel to see  our small deed, that hurried day,  so amplified, like a story through layers of air  told over and over, spreading.

John Updike, Planting Trees