Out of gallery
S e/o wing Moon, 2019
Paper, 8 A4 frames
Dimensions variable
It’s a hole, it’s mountain,
It’s a wheel, it’s an ocean,
It’s a full, it’s an empty
It is a bloom it is a die,
It’s a We, it’s a I,
it is probably, what it’s not.
All we have is now,
and it flies
in our eyes
like it is the speed of light.
Turn the tides, the moon is rising.