Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Keeper of Identities by artist Barbara Schulman
This piece has bits of credit cards, subway tokens, museum badges, and other found bits. I find this so fascinating and inspiring, I love it.
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