New Work

Swallow The Rain


Chronic illness is never welcome, like a weed it will spring up despite our best efforts. Some are exotic species that have become out of control – pests that take over the landscape.   On close examination however, weeds have a unique beauty and can enrich the soil.  I have been freezing in ice, weeds collected on my daily walks, closely examining them in the suspended moment.  As a chronically ill person, my world has shrunk, yet my engagement is still present – on a scale that is smaller and yet simultaneously more expansive, despite the weed that is my illness.