The Subtle Bodies moves between lush landscapes and the violence imposed by humans upon the land, making contact with the world as it ebbs into a digitized silence. Into bracken, goldenrod, thick meadows it is all here nothing is for granted or said another way, everything granted forthcoming, always errancy and directed, maple-starts in last year's leaf litter and inch-thick saplings in the lilac's nest of limbs James McCorkle grew up in Florida,...
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