A series of paper pulp sculptures begun in 2006. Some are broken or cracked, as if they had served as a container or chrysalis for some life form while others seem to be the forms themselves. The angels inside have either gone away, or remained where they've fallen. In the forest, they sway gently from branches, or perch quietly in the crooks of roots reminding us that our guardians have been here all along.
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