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The Procession: a digital collage
A line of figures repeats and advances beneath a dark, suspended form. Movement becomes pattern. Pattern becomes meaning.
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the interlude
I. Walking outside,her eyes big as chandeliers,a smile the lengthof a glance,and the space around her, —fragile— rushed by hummingbirdsthat spill their secrets to her—and you entangledin advancesand debts owedto the night, to…
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Coming to America – a poem
Gravity-gravity brought my great-grandfatherto this country. It was my great-grandmother’swill, she who wrestled the moon changing tides, disturbing orbits.She brought him to America, and yet he never left GermanyAnd became a suit in…
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The Returning: a digital collage
Postscript I never know what I’m going to make before I begin. I respond to images that interest me and bring them together. I let them speak for themselves. I stop when the…
