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One of the remarkable things that happened this weekend took place when a family arrived at the gallery mid-afternoon on Sunday. I was introduced to a former painter who had lost her sight several years ago. With her permission, I slowly walked her over to one of the kinetic pieces and ever so gently placed her hands in mine and over the the piece named "Daedelus." For a while I sensed that she was seeing the wheels, the moving parts and the paper wings as they moved under her delicate touch. I am not sure about what she felt, but I do now that only rarely have I been so moved . . . Thank you for enriching my life.
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