Joyce Silverstone

Field Songs 1-10

I heard bird song before I could spot the birds diving into nests deep in the high grasses of the wildlife refuge. Each birdsong delicate and fleeting, here and gone, lost and fragile and more structured and complex than one could plan for or imagine.

Spending time walking through a field is also knowing there is a loss in that field of either the bird or the water, or the loss of the field itself.

These prints began as rubbings taken from the seeds, paths, and grasses of the field, then made into lithographic drawings paired / layered with monotypes.

Joyce Silverstone


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