I’ve been working on cutting, painting and wiring books together for the girls to stand on in the installation. Every book that is cut in half hurts. I was raised to respect words, language, the written word, and the great texts of the world. I think about the loss of all this to these girls taken at the moment they were studying for exams and in the midst of deep concentration over their studies. I want so much to return them to the time when they could study, read, laugh over funny passages and share stories.
Sharing stories is where the project is headed and will be the subject of my next post. Here’s a picture from today in the studio.