I lost my home and studio in Hurricane Sandy.  As I stumbled around in the foggy aftermath, I realized that part of me would be lost forever, and at the same time, part of me would be free.

I found Spanish papers that I bought in Madrid floating around the house.  I started to work with them.  Somehow, it is creepy, yet alluring, to know they were soaked with the water that ruined me.

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Slathering plaster onto paper and then sanding, gouging and scraping causes pain and releases pain at the same time. The process echoes the message.