I have always wanted to live on a farm embracing not the simple life but the essential dirt, hatchings, birthings, hardship, death, compost compost for the soul sweet grasses sweet trees wildness and domestication side by side sisters the essential piling up like the photos on the piano carefully each month I pull them down …
Listening to the Universe first I sketched leaves with the finest pointed pens trying to replicate details and edges as precisely as my eyes and hand could later I drew pictures after lights out of my black and white striped cat each morning revealed blobs and unmeeting scribbles Now I smell bark …
If I took a step back to take it in I could see myself in the middle of something puddle, storm, narrative, love it isn’t as if I am invisible it is more as if what exists outside is not separate that there is no distinct outside, outline, casing porous but more than that like …