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we belong to the earth - Paintings
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Handmade
Reclaimed Materials
Made In USA
Made To Order
Natural Materials
Locally Sourced
| Dimensions | Weight |
|---|---|
50H x 38W x 2D in 127H x 96.52W x 5.08D cm | 13.61 kg 30 lb |
concrete, plaster, sand, ground hematite, ground selenite, ground shells, raw clay pigment, crushed carnelian gemstone powder, raw iron oxide, raw Indian yellow clay, and wood stain. housed in a hand-crafted natural soft maple frame. 49 x 38 x 2d
<p><em> a thank you to the earth, which I use to paint my heart.</em></p>
<p>"Dear dirt, I am sorry I slighted you, I thought that you were only the background for the leading characters—the plants and animals and human animals. It’s as if I had loved only the stars and not the sky which gave them space in which to shine. Subtle, various, sensitive, you are the skin of our terrain, you’re our democracy. When I understood I had never honored you as a living equal, I was ashamed of myself, as if I had not recognized a character who looked so different from me, but now I can see us all, made of the same basic materials— cousins of that first exploding from nothing— in our intricate equation together. O dirt, help us find ways to serve your life, you who have brought us forth, and fed us, and who at the end will take us in and rotate with us, and wobble, and orbit."</p>
<p>—Sharon Olds</p>
<p><em> a thank you to the earth, which I use to paint my heart.</em></p>
<p>"Dear dirt, I am sorry I slighted you, I thought that you were only the background for the leading characters—the plants and animals and human animals. It’s as if I had loved only the stars and not the sky which gave them space in which to shine. Subtle, various, sensitive, you are the skin of our terrain, you’re our democracy. When I understood I had never honored you as a living equal, I was ashamed of myself, as if I had not recognized a character who looked so different from me, but now I can see us all, made of the same basic materials— cousins of that first exploding from nothing— in our intricate equation together. O dirt, help us find ways to serve your life, you who have brought us forth, and fed us, and who at the end will take us in and rotate with us, and wobble, and orbit."</p>
<p>—Sharon Olds</p>
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