Clearly, these folk are not average working stiffs. They're perpetually perfect, levitating in eternal limbo, awaiting that eye-popping bite of apple. Weisberg's world bears no cynicism, volatility or danger. Conflict does not destroy or hamper. Oddly, for her intellectual topics, portrayals feel fed through the prism of sunny California.
Rights of passage are journeys in first class.
Like a good mother, Weisberg offers life without damp feet. Yet, despite a deep purple eddy swirling around the pair, this battle lacks rage. Nothing in Weisberg's work shocks, startles or lectures. She eschews concrete answers for elusiveness. She presents contemplative poems, vessels for viewers to fill.