Great maker of messy, lumpy sculpture;
even in the rain she wore a mask
and still got gravely ill: mineral dust.
She’s showing smaller pieces, crystals, rocks,
sculpted forms in bronze and aluminum.
Objets. It’s easy to dismiss this work.
The pillows’ polished alabaster gleams
Baxter’s fucked-up ravioli pillows
The pillows made me cry, so personal.
Desire for something is not longing
Every fold, every dimple, every scrunched up bit
is there. It’s easy to dismiss this work.
The Stanger. 2 April 2014.
Jen Graves, “Debra Baxter’s Five Perfect Pillows”.