There is a Chinese myth that we are all connected by red thread tied to our ankles, at times feeling the pull of those we care about more than others. How we are all connected has fueled social media and degrees of kevin bacon. I am continually fascinated with how people saunter in and out of my life, how we overlap like venn diagrams, how some connections create rope burns with how tightly they are tied while other knots just won't hold.
This is installed at the PoetHouse. It is paint, pastel, charcoal, silver string, and red string on paper- about six feet by four feet.
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