"I hold up a poem, and one side is lit by reflection from the faces of
listeners."
It's intriguing when an artist pokes a hole through the fourth dimension. And that makes me think of The Sadbook Collections piece called, "minimalism," as far as awareness of audience and art.
"The poem is a white
birch."
I like this part -
"I hold up a poem, and one side is lit by reflection from the faces of
listeners."
It's intriguing when an artist pokes a hole through the fourth dimension. And that makes me think of The Sadbook Collections piece called, "minimalism," as far as awareness of audience and art.
https://sadbook.substack.com/p/minimalism
oh, love that connection, bethany. we'll pass it on to sara! :)