that room of stiff bodied people
and wild green outside flick of lips when she opened her mouth and a squeak came out the charged nature of everything here/now back bent at screen blue flowers grew up on either side with little saplings bombastic voices surrounding park bench her throat clearing broad skies and clouds skinny wisps of white the building bricks like Marlboro Reds smoked packs a day those years something she was good at
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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
January 2021
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