Kristen/ Bronson
let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... i am... i am... i am... i am... i am... i am... i am... i am... i am... i am... i am... i am... i am... Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Orion's Belt Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Monster Black.Heart Black.Heart Black.Heart Black.Heart Black.Heart Black.Heart Black.Heart A Conversation W/ Myself... A Conversation W/ Myself... A Conversation W/ Myself... A Conversation W/ Myself... A Conversation W/ Myself... A Conversation W/ Myself... A Conversation W/ Myself... A Conversation W/ Myself... A Conversation W/ Myself... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... my face is tissue... Barren Barren Barren Barren Barren Barren Reaching Out to You/ From Under Glass Reaching Out to You/ From Under Glass Sometimes, I can't speak. Sometimes, I can't speak. w/ out... w/ and... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... let me keep her... i'll never wear these again... Fibroid
the project
To speak freely. And w/out fear.

Sometimes sharp pieces need to come out softly. In a quiet voice. And in a shocking spray. Of fabric. And yarn. And in words that can't always be uttered.

Fifteen to twenty-five hundred quilts will be made. From old clothes. Memories. And glass. They are to be seen only together and in a gallery. Heavy weight, both in emotional content and density, these quilts are not bed friendly (unless you are a mentalist).

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