The Long Awaited Wasting 

 

I wonder
How long it will take for you to notice
the sickly glitter-lessness of me

My low-lit pinkish-brown hue

This silence,
louder than thunder in the heart,
breaks open the earth–

a small pool,

I sit at the bottom and wait.

For enough small blades to sprout from me,

enough to call myself a garden–

and I’ve sat for years,

long enough they call me wonder.

Don’t follow me into this world of rock and water–
You won’t enjoy the attention.

Your storm rolls in heavy and I’m feeling rain for the first time.

 

~

 

In both writing and visual art, my work considers experience, memory, and feeling. I want to understand how a place or experience felt rather than looked. Some of my work focuses on the personal experience of femininity as a watchful (sometimes violent) presence. Often, the presence takes the form of a masculine shadow, a familial ghost, or versions of myself and other women. Various themes and personal symbologies float through all of my work; strings in place of death, moons representative of the body in changing forms. My ultimate hope for my practice is to evoke memory and emotion, and for painting to act as a catalyst for love and in-depth thinking.