Foula, island of birds, island of travelers. Portal into a place that is forever in the process of becoming. It is both a roost and an ongoing storm. The ground keeps growing up, accumulating all that we shed there. Clay, wood, glass, metal, hair gel, flowers, wool, other detritus. 2018 through 2022
Our body is part human
part vase, house, sea bird, travelling beast, finned creature
glass, wool, metal, wood, plant matter, and mold
part atmosphere, the blue of sea, the sun, and the pretty dancers
buttercups and heather berries
our body is part bonxie pretending to be pony as to not be found out
by the other animals
shedding and growing
half living and half dying
half staying and half going
sleeping and waking over and over again
maalies getting feathers and maalies arriving
on the backs of whales and adapting
and thriving
turning their heads from side to side because its not enough
to see me with only one eye
part seal song selkie opera
selkie moaning wailing
our body is part incantation
part whisper and part prayer
the wind
the waves
and the mist
not knowing what lies in the mist
our body has half made hills
half knitted and half underneath an older skin
each assemblage shedding part of its skin
to be made of more skins to create
more vibrant colors
we all live in the same house part of the same beast
living on the same breath and are bound to the wind
the ground grows up.