papers, photos, holes, dots, string, thread, acetate, felt, towel, my mother’s  dress from the 60’s, Arthur’s 3rd grade ink paper, fabric, approximately 29 1/2 inches around.

To me, the most magical time of day and night is that fleeting moment in between day and night in the dusk and dawn. It is a place of limbo of everywhere and nowhere. Sun and moon are trading places.  It is transition, when time seems to stand still though the moment passes almost instantaneously.  In this minute, maybe two,  one’s senses are aroused, there is a high pulsing energy, and everything glows.  This is when and where magic happens. 

This moment  is impossible to capture, but I have done my best.