Compacted soil cracks
dark with the invitation
to be blind and
then to see.
To be loosed from my
bones, in the space of
what I will become.
This site is ever a work in progress. It is being built with accumulated gestures. I place them here, in this space between us, so that we might surprise ourselves, so that we might know our connection.
Compacted soil cracks
dark with the invitation
to be blind and
then to see.
To be loosed from my
bones, in the space of
what I will become.