3 April 2017
I dreamt of bones last night 🙂 Not surprising. Anyone who knows me know I have an ongoing fascination–obsession–with bones, the white and click of them, the stories they tell (that anthropology background asserting itself). I recently recovered from a broken bone, a double hairline fracture inside that taken-for-granted hinge joint in my elbow.
Reinforced my appreciation for their bony utility, about how dependent we are on something that, in the right turn, is so fragile.
Make art about what holds us up.