The Hanging Happens
The shipping box is opened. All looks good. The suitcase is full of the back-up research. My intrepid assistant springs into action assembling the frame. He consults with another artist’s assistant (Judy Martin’s husband Ned) on the workings of the trapezes we are hanging our work from. The bed sheets are slid on the frame before it is fully assembled. The frame is pulled […]
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