The Things Quakes Bury - ARTIST-AT-LARGE
My father would sometimes come home with an object unearthed at one of his construction sites. A lady’s high-button shoe. A silver half dollar. A hand-forged spur. A Chinese cherry blossom incense burner. A ceramic dog’s head. I especially like the dog head, so I keep it around. When I hold it, I feel like … Continue reading "The Things Quakes Bury"
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