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"Growing up in Charleston impoverished and neglected, surrounded by flaking plaster, mortarless walls, old tiles and rotting wood, I saw them as delight rather than decay.
Ever since, I have carried on a love affair with fragments, shards, ruins, bits of civilizations. This is not simply nostalgia. A large part of it is visual-tactile pleasure derived from color, broken edges, worn surfaces produced by time and weather. The enigmatic quality of things not quite complete, the mystery of symbols not entirely understood. "
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