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The piece had both lured and stumped me for months.
Its resolution required cutting up "precious" pieces, discarding ideas,
and over-painting work. It felt fantastic.
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The grey pieces were made from letters I wrote home from college.
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When I was little, I used to walk, alone, in the forest behind our house.
I couldn't have been more than 5 or 6.
Those long endless hours among tall trees...
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"Go, not knowing where. Bring, not knowing what.
The path is long, the way unknown."
-Russian fairy tale
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