The Flow of Time
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I treated the box as an objet trouve, a modest thing with some forgotten pu...
Memory
Remnants
Remnants references my many, may years as a working artist, particularly as...
This box is about memory. The interior, the little empty scarlet sarcophagu...
Floating in My Void
I look at the space around and expand to the infinite All my senses curve i...
Nostalgia
Grief Repair
All is metaphor, even that which we may take as fact. Human logic is fragil...
One Thousand Years of Sewing into the Night
My grandmother’s sewing box, a gift from her mother, handed down to m...
Framing Life, Memories, and Wisdom
Tajima. An artist and an extraordinary woman collaborate to create a box. S...
Separation
Vietnamese / American Boxes April 1975, Vietnam: Everyone knows the communi...
Psalms to Ellul My work comes from a very far and deep past including the m...
The Childhood
I spent my childhood hiding in yellow rice in the beautiful sun-filled coun...
The Private Cosmic Library
The “Private-Cosmic Library” probes three possibilities for encoding co...
Sea Dream
When I set out to create something I try to draw in the season and the plac...
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