Jessie Kanelos Weiner Studio is a stretch. It happens to be my kitchen. Most days when I can look beyond the sink full of dirty dishes (paging mon mari!), the lighting is the most optimistic and my narrow marble table limits my bordel at arm’s length. But collage poses its own domestic mark. I am still discovering tiny paper limes slices all over the kitchen. And life imitating art, most of the food I prepared this summer was peppered with tiny paper pieces.
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