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Collection of P. Kowalok
I read a haunting description of a moth being drawn into a flame in Annie Dillard's Holy the Firm, and moths became a motif for me. The voids in this image are from a dream....I dreamt I was in an desolate landscape; all I could see were these round, earthenware pots jutting up from the land. I spent the entire dream running from pot to pot----looking in and finding nothing.
I used to think about that dream a lot, but now I try not to think of it.
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