Tires, those inviting doughnut shapes, lend themselves to the graceful and sensuous curves coaxed into them by Ms. Booker, but I think not willingly or easily. As an active mother in a long-ago playground building project, I have tried to cut tires up. And I want to know, Ms. Booker: how the hell did you get the tires to bend to *your* will instead of Goodyear's? So smooth, so obliging. But under that pliant rubberiness is a belt of steel.
My brother was in the Hillsborough disaster. He watched his best friend and his little brother get crushed to death in front of him. I remember being taken to Anfield to see the eternal flame as a 10 year old. What the establishment did to Liverpool that day will never be forgiven.
Tires, those inviting doughnut shapes, lend themselves to the graceful and sensuous curves coaxed into them by Ms. Booker, but I think not willingly or easily. As an active mother in a long-ago playground building project, I have tried to cut tires up. And I want to know, Ms. Booker: how the hell did you get the tires to bend to *your* will instead of Goodyear's? So smooth, so obliging. But under that pliant rubberiness is a belt of steel.
Her Art is Amazing and Beautiful
The meaning of the work has been spoon fed to us.
Beautiful work on so many levels 🖤
My brother was in the Hillsborough disaster. He watched his best friend and his little brother get crushed to death in front of him. I remember being taken to Anfield to see the eternal flame as a 10 year old. What the establishment did to Liverpool that day will never be forgiven.
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I can smell the old tires in my mind...