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Alison Luterman Pour In Lauren's orange painting "Pour" a headless woman bends from the waist a river of colored stars cascading from the place where her neck would be. As if one day she'd pressed the soft spot at the sides of her temples where a pair of glasses might rest-- and lifted off the whole busy apparatus, exchanging thinking for divinity. She makes me want to heave this heavy box of self, my skull and all its fretful contents off my own shoulders and become instead a vessel, or perhaps an eruption, at any rate not a person with a face to defend-- rather an incubator of supernovas and new galaxies, letting the whoosh of the big bang pour through every mortal opening. Graphic by Lauren Ari |