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Nothing Unmarked


“Nothing Unmarked”

Sumi ink and gold ink on rice paper

13 x 9.5 inches | 33 x 24 cm

January 20, 2013

Nothing Unmarked

She blows in like Woody Herman and His Thundering Herd jazz jam wail across the abyss woolen skies wrapped up in shades of black or gold in between the nothing of whiteness where there is no mind left to dream only float like a cloud as we look down into the slant of silence marked and measured with inches of splash or brush marks punching holes in the sky between what is left and what was never imaged in the fragile edge of rice paper maps of where we were and where we can never be again against the wind of patterns escaped deleted spindled and mutilated

Oliver Loveday © October 16, 2013 1:45pm EDT

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