SOUTH KENT CONNECTICUT – Art at a friend’s gallery: Beverly Pepper’s sculpture hovers like a mastodon’s pelvis, blurring the line between weight and weightlessness, presence and absence.
Looking back ten years to India: veiled in tradition and wrapped in embroidered warmth, a mother and child sit, a testament to resilience, tenderness, and the weight of history. Day 1939 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
