“Rennick: Prints of Prints Taped on the Wall”

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It started with a bridge he crossed and crossed again with friends who loved him in Amsterdam and ended with him devoured, the thread dropped in the labyrinth. It started with feathers and trefoils, fleurs-de-lis, poppies, paisleys, leaves and grass blades – the exuberance of pattern – and ended with striped tents and fence rails, black branches, floorboards, beams and looming cats, with him stepping off the secret path. And despite their ebullient love, his dissolution, a slow fade into sheets.

 

 

Greg Rennick

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