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Leigh Craven

Fragrant Reminders

Porcelain, colored porcelain slips, slip casting and hand sculpting

21 x 9



Rustling leaves whisper in my ear. Tangles of twigs touch my skin.

I step further into the landscape. My hand opens and I watch as charred remains fly and twist in the wind; ashy remnants of past memories catch upon fluttering wings. Reappearing shadows elude me, hauntingly beautiful in their impermanence.

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