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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

New Paintings




























































































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What I felt before I grew into myself








Each page is 7" x 5"


Archival ink on paper



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Tuesday, July 5, 2011

N I G H T T I M E P H O T O S









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I was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota. My summers were spent climbing trees and my winters were full of snow and many layers of sweaters and jackets. My early life and adolescence was defined by a significant and progressive hearing loss. Communication became increasingly dependent on small details that I became sensitive to. This simple physical fact created a very distinct lens through which I processed the world, and continue to process the world.
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Who are you? They called out, at the edge of the village. I am one of you,
the poet called back. Though he was dressed like the wind, though he looked like a
waterfall.

*Mary Oliver