The Awakening
Hand-painted ink on transparent film finished as an ultra-violet screen print series.
2018
The Garden
The garden blooms idealism
Unaware of winter
Stems strong with truth
A beauty and a burden to tend
The Walk
The trees were tended by the generations who lived by them
Land and bark shaped by incompatible realities
At first she was dismayed by Kevin Carter
But soon realized she walked through the trees with the same stride
The Encounter
To encounter does not mean to see
Data is only useful once the analyst has done their work
The analyst does not exclude undesirable finds
If under a rock you find
do you not search under the rock beside it?
She is curious and wants to see whatever there might be to see
The March
Direction is not so easy as reading a history textbook
Reading she is omniscient and the way is clear
Walking, this book hasn’t been written yet
The Waves
Out onto the water
Storms of uncharted seas roar to keep dreams on the shore
Dread drowns when the garden stems hold strong
And on this landscape do the weak march
Every wave becoming a testament to The Name
Who sustains each footstep of the dreamer
Where they would have failed
The End
Thirsty roots grow deep
Bark shaped by generations who planted idealistically
Their curious march turns trial
Painful refinement comes out as gold
This is the way of the dreamer
