In the painting I am painting over there was me chasing you, dolls made by a friend, clay in B.C. ruins, glyphs under glass, the spirit of nana in wool--and the girl bent over a book, your heart earnest about something I am not a part of. White gesso to wipe it out, to keep it forever.
In the painting I am painting over there was me chasing you, dolls made by a friend, clay in B.C. ruins, glyphs under glass, the spirit of nana in wool--and the girl bent over a book, your heart earnest about something I am not a part of. White gesso to wipe it out, to keep it forever.
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