Two waited a long time. Month after month passed as small studio experiments joined its side on the daylit wall. The place of open air contemplation ever shifted as wisps of graphite, paper, mylar, and silk came and went, all except for this white rectangle with the quiet buzz in its middle.
The barest hint of spring brought it through my hands again, this time to completion and followed swiftly by its sister.
Traces of Spun #2
22" x 30"
graphite on paper
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22" x 30"
graphite on paper
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The long incubation period makes all the more appropriate the final form held within holds the ending of division or beginnings of connection.
