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2005
thread, 650 pounds
28 by 5 feet, by 8 inches
also exhibited in Decelerate at
Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art
Kansas City, Missouri 2006
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2008
pencil on vellum with archival pigmented print
28 by 34 inches
private collection, Mission, Kansas
My current artist to drool over is Anne Lindberg. I recently went to an artist talk at the Nerman Museum of Contemporary Art in Overland Park, KS. She was whitty, eloquent, and simply a joy to listen to. Her work is beautiful. Haunting.
At the Nerman, her piece was an installation of various yellow threads. So simple. Yet bright and brilliant. Glowing. And a little disorienting. I am going to sit in front of it one of these days. Just right there on the gallery floor.