Stars incubating in a rib-caged nest alight with the ferocity of an unconstrained heart.  Through chance, we exist. Our solar system rotates around us as if spinning in a perpetual dance. The cosmos  is a woman with a dance card, not yet  filled.

 

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$3500

 

Height: 34 inches high

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Brocade, fabric, gold leaf, clay, moss, dried grass, wood, metal, paint, polyester fill, vinyl, miniature lights on string with battery-powered on/off switch (in top drawer). Wood box with drawers.

 

Three drawers opens to reveal ephemera.

Top: wood letter blocks and on/off switch for lights in rib "cage"

Middle: Dice, bowl of sea salt, small glass salt spoon, "make it spin" instructions 

Bottom: Antique opera glasses, antique white gloves. Rolled up poem "The Ball" by Wislawa Szymborska. Visit blog for text of poem.

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