residence at gsn –

bread was wrapped around larry’s right hand. the bread slices did not cover his long fingers. his exposed fingers were cold to the touch. i placed my hands on-top and underneath the bread cast. i hoped the heat from my hands would flow through the bread to warm his hand.

larry told me of his mother baking bread, not just one loaf, but a whole batch, and how good the fresh bread would smell when he and his brothers returned home from school. the boy’s school lunch sandwiches would be made with big thick slices of bread because the bread was fresh and could not be cut into thin slices–unlike the store-bought machine-sliced bread the boy up the street had.

larry leblanc
18 novembre 2018
14h – 16h
galerie sans nom, moncton nouveau-brunswick

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