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blackness in my hands
A black spirit has possessed my hands. At night, when he takes me, it takes on the subtle pellet shape of a dark manganese mud. It blends in wit...
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apology of color
The mud paints the skin the color of my brothers; magical power and happy hands that are well dressed in Indian, Nordic, Oriental or African ton...
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The language of the bowl I
What does a bowl say? A bowl speaks the language of the material from which it was created. In clay, therefore, it can express at least as much ...
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