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I just came across my first linoleum print that I carved in high school *circa 1999* I love how the dancer’s pose is somewhat comedic/awkward and she is holding her arms as if she were cold while being consumed by fire. One might assume she is nervous/cold, but I think she is striking a pose— and embracing her awkwardness. This print reminds me of a time when I lived and breathed art making. I hope to embrace this person again.
Falling off of my grandfather’s makeshift child seat when I was 2. It was made from a block of package foam.