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“In the 1970′s I made horses out of real mud and sticks. They were, in part, meant to reflect how much a horse is part of his environment. I combined the figure and the ground.”

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Deborah Butterfield
Deborah Butterfield

Deborah Butterfield, born on May 7, 1949, is an accomplished American sculptor known for her works that utilize natural materials such as wood and stone, often featuring animal forms. Her sculptures carry a surreal and mystical quality, reflecting her profound contemplation of the relationship between humans and nature. more

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