The body becomes earth becomes anthills becomes the smallest rose becomes laughter becomes air
We are all the unknowns that disappear into the world (accumulating into a glowing prism of everything)
In memoriam
ghost, rock, dirt, fire
A phantom ghost of our bodies forever disappearing Hard rock, eroding into sand Lush soil, depth of dirt, bark of a rotting log Barren charred earth, wood turned to charcoal
Berenice (resting)
Earth is our body (detail)
Earth is our Body ( branch)
Forest Floor
The Last of the V8s
Installation view of one person show: Machina, ArtHelix, Bushwick, Brooklyn, New York; photo by Andre Smits
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