Yes, I Feel Like I Must Travel On.


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Work of Elizabeth Marie Hohimer

Handwoven cotton cloth grown from the ground of West Texas, stained with dirt collected from Marfa to Joshua Tree and all that spans through New Mexico, Arizona and in between.

 
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What runs from West Texas on out farther West
till LA is visible through its hiccups of suburbs
sets off a freedom in me.
The residual effects linger here.

 This consistency of freedom, solitude and horizon
has been mapped with materials
whose energy corresponds to the desert.
Their essence and origin comes from this space.

The consciousness that is realized in the desert can be traveled to
through these materials that have been exposed to the energy of the land.

 Colors ,  Stains ,  Memory ,  Mirage

 It’s not about a specific place or a route with an end destination,
but more a recognizing of openness and where openness resides for you.

 Seeing patterns and settling into the movement of a circle.

Yes, I feel like I Must Travel On