Monday, December 26, 2005

stone poem

I brought 21 smooth black river stones to leave along the way. I got into the habit of placing small objects in interesting locations at RISD, starting with this string of Latin and French phrases from the back of my beloved old thesaurus, that make a lovely sort of poem when put together. Back then I scattered them over the Hill in Providence, this time I'll make a path of them across the country.

The gold lettering paint and list of phrases in the hotel room. I paint as we go.


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