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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  brick walls unveiled...Photo by Dave Webb on Unsplash
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$1, $10, $100, whatevs :) Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress (me). This mostly contains raw rough content pulled out of practice notebooks. Occasional posts also invite you into the way I work, with intermittent notes on the hows and whys on the whats I make. Less often you may also find prompts and processes I've brought to workshops, as well as surveys that help me gather material for projects. Similar earlier posts from years ago can be found on: Archives
April 2024
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