BIO
As a fallen limb, bent spoon, snow melting over stone.
Inward life veering toward largely empty landscapes. Collector.
History, miniatures, shapes dug from the earth, animals, awkward postures, hair,
long necks, textures, scents, window views.
Something out of time, flattened, studied, uncertain and uncomfortable.
Small, ineffectual mirror.
Amy Earles
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