Wave
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old pine and bamboo
wall hanging, 14'x6.5', cloth, 1998 |
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Living in Oregon, no money, run-down apartment. Start a sculpture about death; man dying in a stream surrounded by plants, fish, frogs. Gold box casket and hands are six pallbearers we need to carry us out: | ||
@ | Life is short, a thin line of bright color pressed between layers of darkness. Death is long. | @ |
As I work, the piece gets better, brightens, mixes with life.. Hands become waving silhouettes lifted in praise: | ||
@ | Gently weave the earthtone threads of humans, animals, and plants into a precious tapestry of joy. | @ |