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Dear as Salt, 2004
Slides 1-2: Click to Read Poetry by Zofia Burr In two different presentations of this piece, several hundred salt cast lunch bags gather at the foot of a cast iron chair, standing askew, one leg lifted up on two cast iron lunch bags. A poem by collaborator Zofia Burr accompanies the piece, and extends the metaphors evoked by the sculptural material and form. Like much of my recent work it is a piece that reflects on the ordinary and extreme experience of mothering. Unable to conceive the third child I thought I always wanted, I found myself freshly off balance, and looking back from an unexpected distance.
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