Ruth Untitled by Ruth Asawa Ruth Her gestural grace and minute execution held the air in place. Crocheted row by row, wire flung out enshawled- hemmed in and out, space. Rate this:Share this with others:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related