Last Year
For Tomorrow
From Sleeve On My Heart
In full, vexing colors that describe an undefineable set of seasons. The calendar: a playful record examining our human understanding of time. Months are named and transmitted, personal connections are acknowledged and celebrated.
“A February 2014 calendar with roses similar to an actual vase in the center of the room invokes the present moment, as the images seem to capture the cabin fever and malaise of an icy, hostile winter. Beneath the glass vase, there rests a short poem peeking out on a slip of paper. The words speak of opposites and, paradoxically, wordlessness. They are trapped inside their own stanzas much like each of us is trapped within our own skin.”
