There is a sensuality to Plum, and an impermanence. It is resin and purified beeswax, shaped into a shortened ski, complete with a central position that seems merely waiting for a boot-lock to be installed.
The pigment applied is the point. The bumps and plateaus are settings, housings. The pigment shifts, transistions, invites a search for the brackish zones between greens and reds. It is hung, a trophy, as if it is a victory of the artist over fluid, that the beeswax, with its specific requirements, had been tamed by an artist who not only gave it a permanent form, and to celelbrate her mastery over it, she placed her mark upon it, coloring it to her whim.
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