in slow motion we watch coral degrade across a swathe of the Pacific : bleaching, dying – from form to formless – once a projection, now a time-lapse – is this truth from a sinkhole? – then there’s the second body to contend with, the twin set of lungs to inhabit – out on the Keys the wind kicks at the tent, punches, howls pretty – we kick our feet in the air, kiss in loops & bite around the collars – the third tent in the RV park we wash our faces at the plastic sink – we aren’t afraid of what they say of our flowering, flowering bodies – the earth, the perspiring kinship & the coldest song, all inverted flower – all barely passing
2006 - ongoing
This is a series of analog + digital portraits of people holding vessels. In all cases I ask that they choose the vessel to hold. I do not ask them to hold the vessel in any particular way.