Francesca Milliken
She couldn't chase them away by opening her eyes. She is certain that her real self will return to bloom again. She drank it all up. The transformation back was sketchy. BastionShe is regal blue--the kind that floats until it fills up and sinks to the bottom. For Now IIA Particular Capacity for ObjectivityStill in Her BootsInto the Woods When she sits crisscross applesauce, she feels she just might be like everyone else. If it had been different, where could she have gone or who could she have been?
Small Drawings 2010-2011