When I was a kid, I would run around my backyard chasing fireflies with an outstretched hand. I knew other kids that liked to keep them in jars, but I found that if I just gently lifted my hand upwards beneath a hovering firefly, it would land in my palm and often stay there. Sometimes, I would cover it with my other hand and create a temporary cocoon to trap the bug, peeking through the opening between my thumbs every few seconds to see that it hadn't crawled out between my fingers.

Thank you, Penland

Dear Diary, It's gonna be a doozy

A review and reflections

An account of art seen in February and March

Last week I saw Gathering Wool at Hauser&Wirth, a show focused on the abstract sculptural work of Louise Bourgeois.

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