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The Magic of Hers
She is a woman who walks the hills
She is a woman who dances all the night away in these hills
She is a woman with ice in her fur and a tattoo on her butt She is a woman who sings with the moon and howls with the first rays of the rising sun She is a woman with claws
She is a gentle woman She is a woman of lullabies and longs to hear one sung to her She is a woman who sings in caves emerging only when an echo returns her song She is a woman who drinks from the stream
Wild animals come to drink beside her
She tells them tales and she remembers theirs What is this magic of hers?
It's in her blood, it's in the stars.
— Rita Bresnahan and Valerie Rose |
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Artist Statement: I want to be the kind of woman who dares to drink beside wild animals from the stream of life, sharing tales with them of dreams and desires.
Materials & Techniques: Cotton and silk fabrics, paint, dye, printer ink, fusible web, thread. Painting, dying, digital photography/printing, fusing, machine stitching.
Size: 16.75"W x 34"H |
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