Monthly Archives: September 2017
Broken in her arms
Leaving the West
Paul’s Pancake Parlor
Triangles
Rail yard Missoula
Boxcar Willie
Forest of the wild manimal – or, The psychic space the artist projects well beyond the eyes
If we don’t know what mix this is – we don’t –
we don’t stay but follow for where she’s left,
our cavity of wild becomes the world, but what
kind of world will it be?
For Anne Forest, and for Annegien Schilling