



After the prints were made, I began working with other materials such as watercolor, pastel and colored pencil. Since the small weeds had delicately but strongly embossed the paper, I was able to use the subtle differences in the physical heights of some parts of the image to accept color in differing ways. I then began using some small slivers of collage from a printed photograph of my own that was made in Wave Hill. (Wave Hill, in the Riverdale section of the Bronx, high above the Hudson River, is a magical place.) These slivers of color and light seemed to open small windows into another possible world.
As I worked, two different times of day became evident in the way each piece progressed in terms of color and light. I realized that I had both morning and evening of a warm, alive, filled to the brim June day.
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