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I used to drive my brothers nuts in the car because I would sing in their ear every song on the radio.

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Jessica Steen

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Did I still feel like I’d been run over by a Mack Truck? Absolutely. It’s chemo, after all.

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Looking at younger artists, like Varda Caivano and Kerstin Bratsch, I see that their work has something in common that is new to my generation. There’s an effort to value the evidence of the hand and the handmade thing while also acknowledging the way in which the making of things with hands has such a complex, alienated place in our culture.

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May 3, 2024

Looking at younger artists, like Varda Caivano and Kerstin Bratsch, I see that their work has something in common that is new to my generation. There’s an effort to value the evidence of the hand and the handmade thing while also acknowledging the way in which the making of things with hands has such a complex, alienated place in our culture.

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May 3, 2024

Did I still feel like I’d been run over by a Mack Truck? Absolutely. It’s chemo, after all.

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