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bio.

Marcia Glover (she/her) lives and works in Washington State. Marcia was born and raised in an Italian American community in New Jersey. She earned a Bachelor of Fine Arts from Montclair University, with a concentration in Photography. Marcia moved to Washington State in 1995 and began studying drawing and painting at the Gage Academy in Seattle WA.

Marcia is on the Board of Photographic Center Northwest in Seattle WA and on the Board of Living With Conviction also in Seattle Wa.

contact info.

marciaglover@gmail.com

www.marciaglover.com

Instagram: marcia_glover

home.

A house always has a story to tell. For me the story is when the house and landscape fold together, telling us stories about place and time. As the house and the landscape change, we glimpse the past, present and future. 

I grew up in a house my Italian grandfather built. When I remember my childhood in New Jersey, I think of all the wonderful meals my grandmother cooked for us and the fruit trees my grandfather planted when they settled there. 


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flower.

Yet the snowdrop’s face betrays no gloom,
And the primrose pants in its heedless push,
Though the myrtle asks if it’s worth the fight
This year with frost and rime
To venture one more time
On delicate leaves and buttons of white
From the selfsame bough as at last year’s prime,
And never to ruminate on or remember
What happened to it in mid December.

Thomas Hardy
A Backward Spring
April 1917

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Seed.

Vegetables close up. This series is not concerned with details. It’s about moving towards abstraction and finding the delicate relationships their shapes sometimes share.

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farm.

If there is anything that can clear the mind and wake up the senses, it’s walking through meadows and fields with a stop at the barn. Here you can rediscover our roots as an agriculture society.

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town.

Towns are homes writ large, places that contain our past, present, and future. Streets circulate us like veins through a town’s body as it grows and shrinks. We can see both the vibrancy of youth and the twilight that lays ahead.