When I was young, my hand was held by the glove I wear today.

2005 | 58in X 40in | 147.32cm X 101.6cm | oil paint on canvas

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He used to walk through fields ashamed, divided by the eyes that wave.
I’m not that sorry you cry awake, my one and only never came.
We wait in song and lie

When I was young, my hand was held by the glove I wear today.

2005 | 36in X 24in | 91.44cm X 60.96cm | acrylic paint, ink, pencils, resin on panel

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Study for Unchanged
A shared sisterhood of Sky and Sunshine.
Dress me in your father’s sailor clothes, I’ll still become my own.