This is a reduction of a painting I began to make as I watched the news on the morning of September 11, 2001. I kept thinking of cathedral windows—I kept seeing a Rose Window. And my work with the brushes made the television watching more bearable. As the days went on, I looked back into my journal and saw that on September 12, I had written, “Hope walks through the dusty streets with a golden sieve.” I realized I had been making a sieve on the paper. So I called the painting “Golden Sieve” …. for winnowing truth and beauty from the ashes of destruction.
–Barbara Smith Stoff
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