Vision opens vision, threads with a lasso that runs in and out of something like images here. It’s angles for open or how we get there without fear of asking for understanding what it means. This image next to nearby-this and just where’d she get those curls upon curls. With a sleeve for the music of sounds to exchange and look not just for self, just tall, not a tale that comes and goes, a good melt. With every step along the path of a house, a river of music entangles. A rich, rich sound for listening. A run of it in collaboration, in a sparkling doing to see it as she imagines and a hand clearly open extended. Clarity settles into a subject and predicate, don’t be surprised the object is befriending, perhaps for flinging out nothing.
— Barbara Maloutas

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