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The Wood's Edge Loses Itself (Memory Reinhabited)
Wisteria vines, plaster, oil, pigment, shed snake skins, paper wasp nest fibers
This piece lives in a place between disorientation and obsessive recollection. It speaks to the shifting nature of our memories, and to our patterns and gravitations in remembering. It calls into question that part of us that fixates on filling in gaps, on bolstering, on trying to retain these things that only become more and more unstable through time.
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