When distilled, what remains
Is what stares back
Truth that at one long stretch was diluted and reconstituted
With joy at finding
Entanglement before knowing
Face and name
This time
Remembered
Fuzzy as a webbed and dusty
Interpreted painting
In forgotten and rediscovered halls.
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As a mixed media artist in central Wisconsin, I am busy creating art masks, paintings, drawings, poetry, prayers. I am a maker of many things, a student and a teacher, a chaplain and tiny home enthusiast.
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