2016

To evoke memories of the past, this poem by Emily Dickinson was handwritten then obliterated. “If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot. And if to miss, were merry, And to mourn, were gay, How very blithe the fingers That gathered this, Today!” Twelve pages, 7.5” x 5.25”, mixed media, painting and collage, simplified binding. Cover and slipcase, eco printed wool over board