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Posted on 16/01/2016 by Kirsten LuckinsPosted in New poetry

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I wanted to keep collaging about absence. This one is so different from the scribbled ink-and-resist sketches I did first - they felt like emotional release. This felt more conceptual, but ended up having an emotional load (for me). What an odd process it is, trying to find a visual voice!

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