January 1st 2019

January 1st 2019

Her will like a songline gathered space, materials and the work of the muscles of men and now it stands, as realized and as real as she is, in time for the new year.

The studio.

Forged by her imagination, there it is: the forge of her imagination.

And if Kevin Costner has taught us nothing else (and he hasn't) he's taught us that if you build it, they will come. What's coming is a murder of crows, in wax and oil and gold, hatched and dispatched in a hundredfold batch. And what I think about when I think about Sparrow today is the terror of raw creation, knowing that I did have something to do with all this, that my thoughts and words and deeds, my preoccupations, cast carelessly into the earth of her, are dangerously fecund.

Be careful what you wish for in earshot of Sparrow, you may well get it.


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