• Dora Knuteson May 22, 2018

    Remnants of Grief

    Nineteen years ago today, I said goodbye to my father for the last time. I sometimes reflect on how my memory of that experience continues to shape me, and I also wonder how it affects my art. Nineteen years ago today, I said goodbye to my father for the last time. I sometimes reflect on how my memory of that experience continues to shape me, and I also wonder how it affects my art.

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