it's a difficult Cloth to photograph…for some reason. Everything has become everything…? The ground is an extraordinary old wornsoft cotton with the vaguest of vague marks of walnut dye. The back an oh so thin muslin that's hard to find anymore. Arm/wings Deb Lacativa as is the body. all, seeming from sometime in the Long Ago. it weighs nothing but It has PRESENCE. We have learned such amazing things about Worms…why not that they …….dream? Do they dream of what becomes of all their Work? Their ecstatic work? What rises from it?
windthread 
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