residence at galerie sans nom, moncton nouveau-brunswick – my hand inside larry leblanc’s bread hand-cast.

my hand inside larry leblanc’s bread hand-cast. the day after we met. the bread is hard and crumbly. i want to remember something larry told me so i am writing it here: when the bread his mother made came out of the oven it was so good that rather than putting butter on the bread, they would put molasses.