Thursday, August 22, 2013

Throwing me a bone

The lake threw me a bone today. A very old bone right at my feet. I have been working in the prints on thoughts of flesh and bones, bags of bones, skin and bones, you get the idea. Yesterday one drawing reminded me of Joan of Arc's armor and I thought 'ha Joan didn't get old'. This morning the lake's retort: "but her bones still did".

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