solid expressions of a slippery time
watercolor, ink, gouache on hand molded paper
Standing outside her house, she felt the earth flutter against her bare feet. The earth's heartbeat, she thought, straining as if out of breath, uttering in a language of sensation. Flap, flap, flap, moves up through her toes, tousle's the grey clouds, then ripples and snaps time into uncertainty.
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