My Green Man is hanging on the wall but the mother piece is going into storage. Our friend Bert gave me some refrigerator shipping cardboard. It’s heavy duty and made a great box.

I was emotionally ok boxing it up. Though I was struck by how it seemed like I was making a coffin for the piece. Perhaps this means I’m burying the issue?

The day before the Beyond The Fringe opening Thebes and I drove to the gallery to drop off my art. I was holding the mother piece with the nails facing away and was staring at the back. As Thebes drove I noticed two hairs. Both were underneath my signature. One was sealed to the wood underneath the polyurethane coating. The other was barely attached at one end and dangled in front of my face all the way to the gallery.

Both of them were my mother’s hairs.

I coated the piece outside. How did my mother’s hair manage to get onto the back? It seems magical. She signed it with me. I got healing from the project and hope that she did too.