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Tag Archives: sculptor
Proxy Among the Spiders
Review of Jean Fremon’s Now, Now, Louison, a “life imagined” of the artist and sculptor, Louise Bourgeois. There once was a little girl named Louise. Sweet, endangered, watchful and tragic, this little girl, who in her permeable nomenclature was also … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged art life, jean fremon, John Biscello, Louise Bourgeois, new directions publishing, Review, riot material, sculptor
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Woven
There once was a spider, gothic in temperament, who swallowed a cage containing your mother’s bones and the emptiness you craved; fasting on silence, your teeth darkened and grew sharp, while your hands, subject to course, fashioned the strictest symmetry … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged family, John Biscello, Louise Bourgeois, poem, process, sculptor, spiders
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Bloom
Flowers pale into this storm but do not fade, to cede, in tune, as grievous winds sculpt a fierce bloom, begging a Garden’s fate.
John Biscello 