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not in a finished or refined state.

not yet changed by a process.



no shit.

When I was in BC two years ago I had a dream that I was lying on my stomach in bed looking over the edge at a very primitive stone figure lying on the floor beside me.

The figure was so ancient the face had almost eroded away. Being in the land of the sacred Gods still honoured by the totem poles that stand in Their honour I understood that his was a God from long before Christianity.

We talked all night.

And so I try to capture the essence of that God with these false faces, an impossible task, but it is at this transient moment, when the face is so raw, that I come closest.

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