a doorway
a fireplace with notes inside the moment panic started a quake in my ribs the salad bar closed the drive ranting up nightly hyperventilating assignments, the project, too much caffeine heavy emotions absorbed from love nobody ever proved that cold hands mean warm heart the chill of rain a scattering tiny violets on the grass in Philadelphia it's 80 degrees bricks in the green room unveiled eons caught in the space between cracks permanent marker on my favorite pants
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Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress. This page serves to invite you into the way I work, with intermittent posts to show you the hows and whys on the whats I make, as well as prompts and ideas I bring to certain workshops. There will also be some raw, rough content found in notebooks written years ago, previously posted on: Archives
March 2021
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