Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Three Jacks
Saturday, May 21, 2011
The Compass
She scans a horizon of nearly two centuries, trying in vain to imagine his face. The best she can do is paint in tones of Brown and follow the faint traces he has left, like the phosphorescent trail left behind in the wake of a ship, seen only on moonless nights.
Acrylic on paper with silk, cotton and linen, and garnet, amethyst, pearl quartz, bone, lapis, tiger's-eye, glass, shell and Chinese ceramic beads. 10 x 13" or 25 x 33 cm.
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