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A Butcher's Daughter: Another Beginning
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The myth of sacrifice. Tuesday, February 23, 2010. Tuesday, February 23, 2010. Swiss (Mister and) Miss. Who IS calvin klein? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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A Butcher's Daughter: June 2006
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The myth of sacrifice. Tuesday, June 06, 2006. Tuesday, June 06, 2006. Links to this post. Saturday, June 03, 2006. Saturday, June 03, 2006. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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A Butcher's Daughter: November 2007
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The myth of sacrifice. Tuesday, November 06, 2007. 8220;sticks and stones will break my bones but words can never hurt me.”. Then why do I fight back the tears. My coverings thrown to the floor. Feared to soil the furniture I am stunned stupid with insulted hurt. Ear waxed battery change. Up down flat bump. Pat on to the back forgiveness. Leave my skin at the door next time. Dead deer afternoon road kill. The ripped flesh belly. Flashing warm red in the yellow autumn road side grass. Links to this post.
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A Butcher's Daughter: October 2006
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The myth of sacrifice. Wednesday, October 25, 2006. Wednesday, October 25, 2006. Links to this post. Monday, October 23, 2006. Monday, October 23, 2006. Links to this post. Monday, October 23, 2006. Links to this post. Monday, October 23, 2006. Links to this post. Saturday, October 21, 2006. Saturday, October 21, 2006. Links to this post. Saturday, October 21, 2006. Links to this post. Monday, October 02, 2006. The bee was dead. squashed in the palm of hand. The air was full of bees. Links to this post.
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A Butcher's Daughter: May 2006
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The myth of sacrifice. Wednesday, May 31, 2006. Wednesday, May 31, 2006. Links to this post. Monday, May 29, 2006. Monday, May 29, 2006. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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A Butcher's Daughter: gone so long
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The myth of sacrifice. Tuesday, January 05, 2010. So long I couldnt look at this place,. Who i was i am will be. Til now. today. And maybe i can see again. What is a daughter? How does any of this matter. Or does it anymore? And time will tell. Tuesday, January 05, 2010. Ah, you do still exist. Seems to me you should be visiting us and our goats sometime now that you are alive again. Missing you! And the invitation. Will have to look and see what you are up to in your blogosphere too.
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A Butcher's Daughter: shopTHEbody
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The myth of sacrifice. Sunday, February 18, 2007. Sunday, February 18, 2007. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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A Butcher's Daughter: bleed
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The myth of sacrifice. Sunday, February 18, 2007. Sunday, February 18, 2007. These look so great. It creates such a frisson about the surgery about to be performed. I hope these digitals become a digital piece. Perhaps you can document the stages of the surgical operation and create a second time-based work? Hi vJane. thanks for the encouraging comments. I have been filing all these with a digital work in mind. This may have something to do with the book i am reading. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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A Butcher's Daughter: December 2006
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The myth of sacrifice. Sunday, December 31, 2006. This is a big painting in progress as part of the Butcher's Daughter installation concept. The size is approximately 4 feet by 10 feet. I have ideas about stitching the story onto the canvas somehow and something is coming into mind like large woolly dolls. Dolls marked with the sins of my anceestors. or race. or? It keeps getting darker and feels a bit dangerous. Have you seen my nightmare painting? Or are you headed somewhere less literal.
