Twelth in a new series of collographs. Here's the first. The plate was made with cardboard, burlap, lace, chipboard, and string.
“What the fissure through which one sees disaster? The circle is unbroken; the harmony complete. Here is the central rhythm; here the common mainspring. I watch it expand, contract; and then expand again. Yet I am not included.”
“Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.”
Both quotes from Virginia Woolf