Scrimshaw, JW Burns
Diane Corson, Handmade Paper Bowl Scrimshaw A boat carved in bone, Frozen waves tongues who lost their minds. A sleeping hull healed by emptiness. When color isn’t allowed to feed rub your thumb into her hollow cheek. The whalebone learned light from touch alone; unfeeling as sun on her vacant breasts. These […]
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