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| A thought....a hazy vision....some clay, some tools, fabric, mosaic tiles.....a new piece appears. What is her story? |
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| in her hand she holds a tiny half egg that I found in the forest. I sealed it, preserved it, reinforced it, painted, and embellished it and attached a flame. Perhaps she is saying that within us all lies the flame of creation, of transformation, of new beginnings.... |
