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This is a series of three
filigrees and dissonances. Descent through the body, free falling.
When i was a little girl an old aunt an ogre like creature scrubbed
my genitals and I could not escape. I lost track of my pelvic structure
and the bones went flying somewhere out the window. The drawing
is about getting the bones back together. Knitting the hips back
into the ridge. Delinking terror and the body. Each line is a resistance
against inscriptions written on my skin. Inside the filigree of
my architectural body I write a new structure line by line.
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DATE: 2005
47 x 31 inches,
119 x 79 cm
Graphite, oil pastel on Rives BFK paper |
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