“Song for What Comes Back”
for RJS (1924-1979)
Nothing comes back
when it’s gone.
This I know: the tide
sifts down, indifferent
and slow. Is that
where you go? Indifferent,
…
when things come back I know
they won’t be here for long:
nothing, nothing comes back
when it’s really gone.
Excerpt from a poem in the series,
“Cruel Duet” by Julia Mishkin
Printed with permission of the poet. |
Hung Out to Dry Date: 2006
Paper, hair, rust, tea, thread, clothes pins,
Metal drying rack, cement base, artificial turf
Size: 72"wx80"hx60"d
Hung Out to Dry 2 Date: 2006
Paper, sand paper, old windows, clothesline, pulley, wood
clothespins, encaustic, rust, tea,thread, organza, hair, toy horse
Size: variable about 20 feet
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