process: one

March 21, 2011

Working on a small scale with watercolor, wax, and thread. We take the sky, as if red is something we could own, something we might find in the stillest moments, as if the earth is humane and wouldn’t break our bones. (None of His were broken. Not one, allegedly.)

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