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COATS
Coats, tar paper, roofing planks, oil and house paint. Coats began with a corroded memory from a widow visit I went on while doing relief work in postwar Kosova.
Upon arrival, I noticed one wall of the room that will forever be enshrined in my memory. Here, I revisit this image. Coats dredged in house paint become white ghosts of ethnic cleansing. Washes of burnt sienna roll off the forms as they rocket out of their destructive environment.