tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63884501776782264902024-02-19T11:35:08.010-05:00War and Peace ProjectUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger750125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-73632723232977261592012-04-22T11:36:00.002-04:002014-01-13T13:56:17.159-05:00Collage 747 -- Konetz!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The End!<br />
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I'm going to take a leap here and try apply Tolstoy's thoughts to our project.<br />
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The Epilogue is all about his ideas about history, and whether or not the individual has control. The individual vs. the collective. The last few paragraphs he talks about the laws of astronomy, and how people perceive the immobility of the earth and planets. Which was proven to be incorrect centuries ago. What is true about this project? Individual effort, or something else?<br />
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Something -- that is very hard to identify -- drove this project. We worked together, side-by-side, for over 2 years. A real labor of love. We each made our individual contributions, and yet there were larger forces at play. I have often thought of this project in anthropomorphic terms -- it indeed has had a life of it's own. Even though I started the project and have seen it through to it's conclusion -- the Moscow International Book Fair June 8-12, then onto Yasnaya Polyana, the epicenter of everything Tolstoy -- it is still a mystery in a way.<br />
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Even though we finished making the collages in February, it has been a pleasure to continue to blog each day. I feel so close to this project; it is hard to say "goodbye". I have learned so much in so many ways. About commitment, about creativity, but mostly about friendship.<br />
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This last collage is based on a birthday card that Team Tolstoy made for me last year when I turned 50 on May 28. It seemed like a fitting end, to include the work of all of us on the final piece.<br />
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Hats off, Team Tolstoy! What an incredible journey it's been.<br />
My love to you all, always. -- Lola<br />
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Lola Baltzell<br />
from page 751-752, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage<br />
made 2/3/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1214-1215</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-21632477053663886342012-04-21T11:33:00.004-04:002012-06-12T21:35:47.399-04:00Collage 746<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLB33mWJtNuFrYzOhuXZZ8CfaVH56x0H2kiD4arohSn1e6VWlvBspiV4fguQUtDHX9LZco0D7Dpb_aLKh2HUf0MxUE-6zXA16r0C4tVhcMjfZkqzhElPL5b_TeqpJCUwgJgrkXlaicQccp/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLB33mWJtNuFrYzOhuXZZ8CfaVH56x0H2kiD4arohSn1e6VWlvBspiV4fguQUtDHX9LZco0D7Dpb_aLKh2HUf0MxUE-6zXA16r0C4tVhcMjfZkqzhElPL5b_TeqpJCUwgJgrkXlaicQccp/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-13.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">For months now I've been mulling over what would be a fitting final post for the War and Peace Project blog. The imminent departure of Lola and others for Yasnaya Polyana- where the full-scale exhibit will open in just a few days- is a prompt to get on with it! </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Five contributors had a hand in this collage, which started out as a birthday greeting to Lola. Not one of our drop-dead best, but it has it all: five pairs of hands, using materials that spanned the project-old children's book imagery featured early on overlaid with weathered advertisements ripped from neighborhood lampposts which creeped in much later. The project really did get more "punk," as our New School reviewer dubbed it. Loved that.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">But the important thing to express is what a GIFT this project has been. Lola set a gift in motion that has remained in motion, and so retained its gift spirit. I received it as a gift and others have too. For that I say thanks- first to Lola and to you all.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div>Lynn Waskelis<br />from page 749-750, volume 2 of original text<br />collage<br />made 2/3/12<br />Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 121-1214</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-9577032983882051642012-04-20T08:49:00.000-04:002012-04-20T09:28:07.105-04:00Collage 745<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Here is the binding from the text, used on our last day in the studio. Chris Chou, a wonderful artist (and a former contributer), popped in to say hello to the group. I held up this piece and asked for her input.<br />
"Keep working!" she replied.<br />
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There you go... - Adrienne<br />
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Adrienne Wetmore<br />
from page 747-748, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage<br />
made 2/3/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1211-1212</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-6215402087458233572012-04-19T07:24:00.000-04:002012-04-19T07:24:04.488-04:00Collage 744<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJJAHKF-tiLZK1cW9xYlDhQlNi97TNHL46N6dEtvYlDEMDi8nzT0OK5aCL5515bjKKR1d9eI2ovS_BUCcT5665rQ_IBMPBq974jJwHwVlEyuufon9rqQZLTIYKw6WFMVvYuinBtcS8kw-/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJJAHKF-tiLZK1cW9xYlDhQlNi97TNHL46N6dEtvYlDEMDi8nzT0OK5aCL5515bjKKR1d9eI2ovS_BUCcT5665rQ_IBMPBq974jJwHwVlEyuufon9rqQZLTIYKw6WFMVvYuinBtcS8kw-/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-12.jpg" width="230" /></a></div>Lucy Arrington<br />
from page 745-746, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage, ink<br />
made 2/3/12<br />
Pevear/Voloknonsky translation page 1209-1210</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-4104781461609733432012-04-18T06:19:00.000-04:002012-04-18T06:19:43.445-04:00Collage 743<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0y6CM6HJ6HSnTjKci2Jgcm5oNDN5TEOUsJhqgdoZ4m1bxSF37kjXQRvcVo2oq0sfKKLJzcOO6tWL8CwWUh0qQgYkI0Y2KD8uuLN-cnNqduQLZVHYJ1p40aktvKlFX70pd90fomapPDH-/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0y6CM6HJ6HSnTjKci2Jgcm5oNDN5TEOUsJhqgdoZ4m1bxSF37kjXQRvcVo2oq0sfKKLJzcOO6tWL8CwWUh0qQgYkI0Y2KD8uuLN-cnNqduQLZVHYJ1p40aktvKlFX70pd90fomapPDH-/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-21.jpg" width="197" /></a></div>Emma Rhodes<br />
from page 743-744, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage<br />
made 2/3/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1208-1209</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-83063983553501973372012-04-17T07:05:00.000-04:002012-04-17T07:05:05.460-04:00Collage 742<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4ypXsUsV2_SLiPt24UjehgsUG0hjCGUsD2FX9Zvfvt_WC8lP3Nz0QOCuK3q5pg7yAmgnCE1979gwOdGreboHyCaI1hYMjjyuE4OC4KEg_FSGZJrnSuzZwJN3GvYlbdm4sim0-NKuEBbs/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4ypXsUsV2_SLiPt24UjehgsUG0hjCGUsD2FX9Zvfvt_WC8lP3Nz0QOCuK3q5pg7yAmgnCE1979gwOdGreboHyCaI1hYMjjyuE4OC4KEg_FSGZJrnSuzZwJN3GvYlbdm4sim0-NKuEBbs/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-25.jpg" width="221" /></a></div>Otto Mayr<br />
from page 741-742 of original text<br />
collage, acrylic paint<br />
made 2/3/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1206-1207</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-28126490353523761522012-04-16T08:27:00.002-04:002012-04-17T22:01:53.546-04:00Collage 741<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDV5NKAFqUqpvYam0DDm3QZVsR1q9RqF3_kxArkFqGJu-SBWLC9LoNBGb_o8FVNKWy_JEEWE9reu-xC0BCznCPesOUutRwhU-uNwhoE3f99IakPcD4Cp4cW0b2Jfn0nlrDXGLbN-TAgaFa/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDV5NKAFqUqpvYam0DDm3QZVsR1q9RqF3_kxArkFqGJu-SBWLC9LoNBGb_o8FVNKWy_JEEWE9reu-xC0BCznCPesOUutRwhU-uNwhoE3f99IakPcD4Cp4cW0b2Jfn0nlrDXGLbN-TAgaFa/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-24.jpg" width="229" /></a></div>WAR <div><br />
</div><div>I live in a city destroyed by war just fourteen years before I was born. I can still find damage left by bullets and bombs fired during that final siege in 1945. My father grew up in Nazi Germany and can tell stories of seeing the huge fleets of Allied bombers flying high overhead to targets in other parts of Germany, or seeking shelter when that target was the Ruhr mining town where his family lived. His war was uneventful compared to that of my wife's father, who was 15 when he and his family fled their home in Danzig in March 1945. They were among the last German civilians to get out of the city before it was taken by the Soviet Army. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Yet despite such direct and close links to the biggest war in history, the idea of war seems to me unreal and remote. I have had the great fortune of living in a period of relative peace. The Cold War posed a theoretical threat of complete annihilation but did not interfere with our prosperity and safety as long as no one pushed the button. Our wars -- Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan -- seem small compared to the Great Wars and hardly touch us. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Tolstoy was born sixteen years after Borodino and the burning of Moscow. Like us, he lived in a period of relative peace, dying just a few years before the outbreak of World War One. The wars that Russia engaged in during his lifetime were regional affairs beyond the vast country's borders, far from home and not directly threatening to home and family. Living in peacetime makes it is easy to forget how common War has been to the human experience. -- Otto</div><div><br />
Otto Mayr<br />
from page 739-740, volume 2 of original text<br />
made 2/1/12<br />
collage<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1205-1206</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-13835792845128460712012-04-15T08:22:00.000-04:002012-04-15T08:22:00.718-04:00Collage 740<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvzxQd25MzkJFnL5g0jseOGJuiuB-NLnxVKNdfkZekVI_Gnsc-A9vl2n-QKXfYg5G7dVq_0B8c7tRf-vlPVd-YO9yEAA8L-HfrpYluIaQdF1lLTOZE5wNSy1vbc3gPtnWYl1XaSXp4fVz/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvzxQd25MzkJFnL5g0jseOGJuiuB-NLnxVKNdfkZekVI_Gnsc-A9vl2n-QKXfYg5G7dVq_0B8c7tRf-vlPVd-YO9yEAA8L-HfrpYluIaQdF1lLTOZE5wNSy1vbc3gPtnWYl1XaSXp4fVz/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-19.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>Lola Baltzell<br />
from page 737-738, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage, ink<br />
made 2/3/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1203-1205</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-19574880049937841022012-04-14T08:20:00.002-04:002012-05-30T06:08:50.052-04:00Collage 739<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; " trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; clear: both; text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyVFMv89atwmYacQn_GczsZcM9gPD5saNLu3-UYpQpWRhtS65fEkMhfO6iYzMXxdgO-B-jyUNWsZDS3KbeR1-aus_kElmPirkmtzPCnYw8MQb5haKoUIWR50nKB3rJbbRkrxh8EDYSF3R/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyVFMv89atwmYacQn_GczsZcM9gPD5saNLu3-UYpQpWRhtS65fEkMhfO6iYzMXxdgO-B-jyUNWsZDS3KbeR1-aus_kElmPirkmtzPCnYw8MQb5haKoUIWR50nKB3rJbbRkrxh8EDYSF3R/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-16.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div dir="ltr" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: left; " trbidi="on"><i>How I wished I loved in my heart the art I could love in my mind. Big, bold, epic, symphonic. But I love the small, the miniature, the detailed, the complex: the tiny boundaried world that has its sources in handiwork. Handiwork, crisply bordered or patched with cut geometrical shapes and defined by stitching, was what I watched my maternal grandmother do- in the quilts for our beds, the quilt for my doll, the embroidered and crocheted runners on the buffet, the corners of the tablecloths, and the handkerchiefs that primly blinked from her pocketbook. </i> </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; " trbidi="on"><span >from "The Paper Garden," by Molly Peacock. pages 18-19</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; " trbidi="on"><span ><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; " trbidi="on">No denying there's been an element of a quilting bee to the War and Peace Project. Albeit long-distance and slow-motion...Would we ever dare "stitch" the collages together for display?</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; " trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; " trbidi="on">...and an element of the epic- 447 collages? Every page of War and Peace? Really?</div><div dir="ltr" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; text-align: left; " trbidi="on"><br /></div><span style="font-size: 100%;">Lynn Waskelis</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">from page 735-736, volume 2 of original text</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">collage</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">made 2/3/12</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1202-1203</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-70069927774491554932012-04-13T08:18:00.001-04:002012-04-13T08:18:00.987-04:00Collage 738<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghdz7XJ8ipKbJ18rZfBFY-I9O-0LsXPb0qZCGD6WlJCwHULYZ2gPWRPfCCE-i9HsyaNhC5UAeVeWfPstjN2dcxJtraSIRfvwDZy52yHdCGmUr3G6C_reFz21XICyO_lFmXUVSGdQsbIfLE/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghdz7XJ8ipKbJ18rZfBFY-I9O-0LsXPb0qZCGD6WlJCwHULYZ2gPWRPfCCE-i9HsyaNhC5UAeVeWfPstjN2dcxJtraSIRfvwDZy52yHdCGmUr3G6C_reFz21XICyO_lFmXUVSGdQsbIfLE/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-18.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>Lucy Arrington<br />
from page 733-734, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage<br />
made 2/3/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1200-1202</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-51261191901111318752012-04-12T08:16:00.000-04:002012-04-12T08:16:14.158-04:00Collage 737<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PsMYc0XVblNTf7eQt8EtHOs0KQbTq0AKzAByNFfnzg4bMS8GKMCZuawHJYiYmNlTiwHlcPZkI6ZQpBbBZ9yNPJDtqNooxpILch5GNn4hKaFP1gpFx3br0SYR-GxSj1WnKtB5H4qilYrD/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PsMYc0XVblNTf7eQt8EtHOs0KQbTq0AKzAByNFfnzg4bMS8GKMCZuawHJYiYmNlTiwHlcPZkI6ZQpBbBZ9yNPJDtqNooxpILch5GNn4hKaFP1gpFx3br0SYR-GxSj1WnKtB5H4qilYrD/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-23.jpg" width="224" /></a></div>Adrienne Wetmore<br />
from page 731-732, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage, ink<br />
made 2/3/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1198-1200</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-53432640431995096922012-04-11T06:33:00.000-04:002012-04-11T06:33:17.675-04:00Collage 736<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32nJ-yEkmd36_tvnFBbTB6zysaj0azVyqy-PVpPK3K3B6O2Qwda5l0L0nhYXQLf9swuycfRfopVbSLD8tiPzTaMZ7xNQciTHaIS8_cFHNmdqJXmvXMvQ6FPdCZGVA-ZW2Xy16vA7VU_H8/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32nJ-yEkmd36_tvnFBbTB6zysaj0azVyqy-PVpPK3K3B6O2Qwda5l0L0nhYXQLf9swuycfRfopVbSLD8tiPzTaMZ7xNQciTHaIS8_cFHNmdqJXmvXMvQ6FPdCZGVA-ZW2Xy16vA7VU_H8/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-17.jpg" width="226" /></a></div>Emma Rhodes<br />
from page 729-730, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage<br />
made 2/3/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1197-1198</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-89113938023873169842012-04-10T06:29:00.001-04:002012-05-30T06:24:01.045-04:00Collage 735<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjdVZbwlENafQjrIKMqgCUocxZJv9cBCT3AqDerL-qNAvCGeDUpdqeoy-uBWLEDUNuaGGuYSzdXbV0jE0KNjfsTm-UuexH8NlvEh4rwiF0zxWeh8aDlmkYVzXUKJQtp58BvEjI0jsAMoc/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjdVZbwlENafQjrIKMqgCUocxZJv9cBCT3AqDerL-qNAvCGeDUpdqeoy-uBWLEDUNuaGGuYSzdXbV0jE0KNjfsTm-UuexH8NlvEh4rwiF0zxWeh8aDlmkYVzXUKJQtp58BvEjI0jsAMoc/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-14.jpg" width="225" /></a><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM5r0vm-aRbXEGAugBa6m1ZVNCz02GlXDuhvfWXCN0OaQIYfxeV9O5UXxVgJ1TpjqC03jWcp2gk5oktqinzJt6g_3zXcRRyumzWllRZdeuT4pNRF9hmIzFBA33EB4wmYk-zYDe1-lX1dY/s320/magnolia-detail-by-delaney-mary.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748269366327519218" /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">A friend has got me reading Molly Peacock's "The Paper Garden," the true story of Mary Delany- the original mixed-media collagist, and our sister. In 1772 Mary Delany began making collages at the age of 72. A span of 240 years between these images.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Lynn Waskelis</span></div>from page 727-728, volume 2 of original text<br />collage, oil crayon, graphite<br />made 2/3/12<br />Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1195-1197</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-74993354701015925632012-04-09T07:14:00.000-04:002012-04-09T07:14:05.885-04:00Collage 734<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFr_30Q0pepQWuKHh9kKJTVd2zvnzuH7til2cGKXYIZ_odntwZ7zJKKu8aDYYs0ZWS4UBL5bpYx9Wr80ME0AGZ69fprY2hsYrzrYMisN7KrJXTA2qGtnhzqxV1L_CbffROokr2VtGUAtpe/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFr_30Q0pepQWuKHh9kKJTVd2zvnzuH7til2cGKXYIZ_odntwZ7zJKKu8aDYYs0ZWS4UBL5bpYx9Wr80ME0AGZ69fprY2hsYrzrYMisN7KrJXTA2qGtnhzqxV1L_CbffROokr2VtGUAtpe/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-15.jpg" width="225" /></a></div>Adrienne Wetmore<br />
from page 725-726, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage, fabric, ink<br />
made 2/3/12<br />
Pevear/Voloskohsky translation page 1194-1195</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-12936938691801578012012-04-08T10:28:00.003-04:002012-06-14T09:31:05.862-04:00Collage 733<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLsHkOYKXRuukoH-87eSjB4Yq_TiA8m24oFPVqT7D0qBLZEu0xuFI_v6ypwkx1zMVCuGnpsnWijx0ffquKA5Mkihyphenhyphenhtw2cKVFJt-5pyYu2xOQRihIDfm9-fyBsyYrq8k9CHEax2KBPwDe/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLsHkOYKXRuukoH-87eSjB4Yq_TiA8m24oFPVqT7D0qBLZEu0xuFI_v6ypwkx1zMVCuGnpsnWijx0ffquKA5Mkihyphenhyphenhtw2cKVFJt-5pyYu2xOQRihIDfm9-fyBsyYrq8k9CHEax2KBPwDe/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-22.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>Here is selvage from the dress my mother made to wear at my wedding. That was 1988. She, the fabric and I are all still here to see it put to use, a surprising one, but a USE. She saves those scraps for a reason. My grandmother taught us both well.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Lynn Waskelis<br />from page 723-724, volume 2 of original text<br />collage, fabric, graphite, ink<br />made 2/3/12<br />Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1192-1194</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-14578286798036100372012-04-07T07:29:00.000-04:002012-04-07T07:29:39.866-04:00Collage 732<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43W5KelLSJWy1FqHi7mxvSeOVwcLT_k4JWR14QlmuKX9ggJ-SWatu8gPnWUgbkDQiMddeuwoj3_ATXHPHFm0ZQ26PNFVIOPcT1NS0K6iOAGYY5BH9qNKhQW2rALET0IFlvOM43uqMK5DK/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43W5KelLSJWy1FqHi7mxvSeOVwcLT_k4JWR14QlmuKX9ggJ-SWatu8gPnWUgbkDQiMddeuwoj3_ATXHPHFm0ZQ26PNFVIOPcT1NS0K6iOAGYY5BH9qNKhQW2rALET0IFlvOM43uqMK5DK/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-04.jpg" width="227" /></a></div>Emma Rhodes<br />
from page 721-722, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage<br />
made 2/3/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonksky translation page 1191-1192</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-58817609573697674142012-04-06T09:52:00.001-04:002015-02-25T15:17:05.403-05:00Collage 731<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">On this page of the Epilogue we have Tolstoy philosophizing about what causes history. Is it the will of great kings and queens? Or is it the popular will of the masses that makes history happen? Is it divine or is it spontaneous uprising? Is it predetermined or is it chance? <u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">For quite some time I was collecting scrap pieces of paper and mementos, like cards from our recent NYC exhibit trip, and thinking, thinking, thinking how could I express my emotions about such a heavy page of Tolstoy? <u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Here Tolstoy writes in circles about changing historical landscapes.. so I started thinking about nature, colors, swirling, and... then it hit me... GUM WRAPPERS! <u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I would like to thank my artsy daughter, Natalie Carney Johnson, for this perfectly inspired collage. She and her friends in Atlanta make elaborate collages themselves with the gum wrapper foil from Wrigley's 5 Gum. Each flavor has its own foil color -- and coincidentally, they all have stunning landscape hues -- blues, greens, golds, blacks. The foil simply peels right off the wax paper and even leaves a sticky residue so no glue needed -- perfect for collage! I gave Natalie the page of Tolstoy’s text, and in 2 hours she gave me her vision of history rolling through time…all in gum wrappers.<u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Thank you Natalie Carney Johnson!<u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Thank you Wrigley's! And thank you Tolstoy!! -- Christiane <u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">from page 719-720, volume 2 of original text<u></u><u></u></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-28748006692984305342012-04-05T09:08:00.000-04:002014-01-13T11:30:49.338-05:00Collage 730<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>"Belief has been destroyed, and therefore it is necessary to explain the meaning of power... if the source of power lies neither in the physical nor in the moral qualities of the person who possesses it, then it is obvious that the source of this power lies outside this person... power is the sum total of the wills of the masses, transferred by express or tacit agreement to rules chosen by the masses." -- Leo Tolstoy</i><br />
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Trish Crapo<br />
from page 717-718, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage<br />
made 2/24/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1188-1189</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-3094434419276525832012-04-04T07:37:00.000-04:002012-04-04T07:37:03.749-04:00Collage 729<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyV5unBF2ZMfIluJWz6r2-QW0iciUuYosEiD3MdfwnyNMvaBGqdwt2T6t-5ckrJBxVO4MY3opvPEzxTzDQ1PLVzxrzMmt6tNK-lofOFE3NjgpKOWPe_9fwgIAIosMFT-gXilbxYMYmwXnp/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyV5unBF2ZMfIluJWz6r2-QW0iciUuYosEiD3MdfwnyNMvaBGqdwt2T6t-5ckrJBxVO4MY3opvPEzxTzDQ1PLVzxrzMmt6tNK-lofOFE3NjgpKOWPe_9fwgIAIosMFT-gXilbxYMYmwXnp/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-05.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><i>"... the wheels did not furnish the cause..."</i><br />
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This collage can be like "Where's Waldo?". Can you find the all the wheels? -- Lola<br />
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Lola Baltzell<br />
from page 715-716, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage<br />
made 1/20/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1186-1187</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-26510467945449127612012-04-03T06:52:00.000-04:002012-04-03T06:52:12.945-04:00Collage 728<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjSW5VgIeruBompi4pnfW_lNl3N2fF4GBpTNigmGN0jtAgZo-AeqJrEAx9gfJ6yw0rzY-dFdNVtYP0TnrtIRHvmtdIZqQ27yUIyDO6fZMHSnBDdFmcPUe7FHFnSbJNklQS7vsTEB3SX1u/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjSW5VgIeruBompi4pnfW_lNl3N2fF4GBpTNigmGN0jtAgZo-AeqJrEAx9gfJ6yw0rzY-dFdNVtYP0TnrtIRHvmtdIZqQ27yUIyDO6fZMHSnBDdFmcPUe7FHFnSbJNklQS7vsTEB3SX1u/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-02.jpg" width="222" /></a></div>Epilogue, Part Two, Chapter III.<br />
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<i>"A locomotive is moving. Someone asks, why does it move? A muzhik says: the devil moves it. Another man says the locomotive moves because its wheels turn. A third asserts that the cause of the movement is the smoke blown away by the wind."</i><br />
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I used the cover of a Portuguese history book and an abstract image of a train locomotive (center, bottom). And a character inside a train car who looks a little like Sherlock Holmes -- let's say he is pondering the meaning of history! -- Lola<br />
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Lola Baltzell<br />
from page 713-714, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage<br />
made 1/20/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1184-1186</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-44593008204292920522012-04-02T06:57:00.000-04:002012-04-02T06:57:27.091-04:00Collage 727<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmoyftzIZg7ynwWWxAUAEzAxSTqkxhzZMLaBkESXfQqplSczcY_584eQBYD3NmuS16Sc4Ae1WGgif8VHrNrWrronOhbspDVmMQBvoIybLMUmYH2L-rhyWaPww68UZUYrfoF1Izah6btlLG/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmoyftzIZg7ynwWWxAUAEzAxSTqkxhzZMLaBkESXfQqplSczcY_584eQBYD3NmuS16Sc4Ae1WGgif8VHrNrWrronOhbspDVmMQBvoIybLMUmYH2L-rhyWaPww68UZUYrfoF1Izah6btlLG/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-10.jpg" width="222" /></a></div>Tolstoy continues his rant about history.<br />
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<i>"... modern history is like a deaf man, answering questions that no one has asked him."</i><br />
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Lola Baltzell<br />
from page 709-710, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage, ink<br />
made 1/13/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1181-1183</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-65600764879773226412012-04-01T06:37:00.001-04:002012-04-02T10:49:42.949-04:00Collage 726<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In the examination of history:<br />
<br /><i>To find the component forces equal to a composite or a resultant, it is necessary that the sum of the components equal the composite.</i><br /><ol>
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I love how the colors connect us in the studio, each week creating a unique sum body of work. - Adrienne<br />
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Adrienne Wetmore<br />
from page 709-710, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage, fabric, twine<br />
made 1/13/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation<br />
page 1182-1183</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-69916452152030161782012-03-31T06:54:00.002-04:002012-03-31T06:54:00.936-04:00Collage 725<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PoRcqLWmmWtJX_r-5W_Hyjq0WMbtcwOF5WMr0xVozAa9gI7qzPeE9WDmK9tdtcXEBdcq80YHLn-zXojioSu0L2ZFNFM1zjQw-pYuKvUxK28b9HU8xh4Q3zOLJffdgNpeg9tlwFqJzPoD/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PoRcqLWmmWtJX_r-5W_Hyjq0WMbtcwOF5WMr0xVozAa9gI7qzPeE9WDmK9tdtcXEBdcq80YHLn-zXojioSu0L2ZFNFM1zjQw-pYuKvUxK28b9HU8xh4Q3zOLJffdgNpeg9tlwFqJzPoD/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-08.jpg" width="229" /></a></div>Tolstoy uses dreams quite a bit to get into the minds of his characters. Here is one of Nikolenka's dreams:<br />
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'"Father," he thought. "Father" (though there were two portraits of a good likeness in the house, Nikolenka never pictured Prince Andrei in his human image), "father was with me and caressed me. He approved of me, he approved of Uncle Pierre.'<br />
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Tolstoy keeps his characters so honest. It is heartbreaking that Nikolenka is a rather pathetic teenager, but he's so real! -- Lola<br />
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Lola Baltzell<br />
from page 705-706, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage, ink<br />
made 1/13/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1178-1179</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-53889443137138356882012-03-30T06:52:00.001-04:002012-03-30T06:52:00.291-04:00Collage 724<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTg0k8ZrN1GYe0Pw86r6phkx5tNfL4VqbjaH_QzSDzyhuJy4_lnVm4OSSd9qi8Biqums_RmmtxyeGlL857fAiyWtF77lWhL_CPBdI_FM9PAU2O5uZZXowvdUcg6iYgEn118Hn-NDlnF3Q/s1600/warpeace-3-25-2012-07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTg0k8ZrN1GYe0Pw86r6phkx5tNfL4VqbjaH_QzSDzyhuJy4_lnVm4OSSd9qi8Biqums_RmmtxyeGlL857fAiyWtF77lWhL_CPBdI_FM9PAU2O5uZZXowvdUcg6iYgEn118Hn-NDlnF3Q/s320/warpeace-3-25-2012-07.jpg" width="227" /></a></div>Lucy Arrington<br />
from page 703-704, volume 2 of original text<br />
collage, ink<br />
made 1/13/12<br />
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1176-1178</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388450177678226490.post-58822472966538410722012-03-29T06:49:00.001-04:002012-04-02T21:33:03.836-04:00Collage 723<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; " trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="font-style: normal; clear: both; text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIwnWzpeKenRbTFqy8PKKctHMg0fd7V54EoFLxkC8BfrLMAii5KsqJ48qI8qvliNXKo3J2u8iKEyENihBHOISSaMjmM5Jy9uG8gdpCNINHo_ULdEYAG_h9zk8ZceCKoJYDVtwKIcefXTjt/s1600/warpeace3-4-2012-24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIwnWzpeKenRbTFqy8PKKctHMg0fd7V54EoFLxkC8BfrLMAii5KsqJ48qI8qvliNXKo3J2u8iKEyENihBHOISSaMjmM5Jy9uG8gdpCNINHo_ULdEYAG_h9zk8ZceCKoJYDVtwKIcefXTjt/s320/warpeace3-4-2012-24.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><div dir="ltr" style="font-style: normal; text-align: left; " trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; " trbidi="on"><i>As everything in a dream is false, senseless, and contradictory, except for the feeling that guides the dream, so in this sort of communication, contrary to all the laws of reason, it was not the words that were consistent and clear, but only the feeling that guided them.</i></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; " trbidi="on">p. 1175 in P/V</div><div dir="ltr" style="font-style: normal; text-align: left; " trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="font-style: normal; text-align: left; " trbidi="on"><br /></div>Lynn Waskelis<br />from page 701-702, volume 2 of original text<br />collage, fabric<br />made 1/6/12<br />Pevear/Volokhonsky translation pp. 1174-1176</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0