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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.

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

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