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Candescence

Posted on 02.14.17 by VoiceCatcher

by Sarah Laird

Size: 23″ x 23″

Medium: Hand-dyed cottton, hand-pieced

Artist Statement:
Energy never ceases to exist but instead changes forms. Everything is touched by the cycle of death and rebirth. Nothing is constant except change.

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