His head is in the clouds; her head is inside out.

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His work is ethereal. Her work is visceral.

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He travels through clouds, ungrounded and unsettled; building structures around that which cannot be structured, like the air we breathe. 

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She moves through a sensitive interior, close to the surface and under the skin, where emotions are felt, pain is soothed and scars remain. 

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He escapes into the sky to dream. She comes home to bind wounds. 

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He makes hard patterns that cannot be cut. She embroiders ambiguous symbols of the body.

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He finds a safe place for the remnants.  She wraps them tight.

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