daff ooo dillz
2024, Lexington KY
found and repurposed fabrics, wire
A time of new growth, a time of coming alive, a time of waking from the dark slumber of winter. Kinda like the night- coldest right before the sun hits.
Feeling the tangles of grief pulling hard on those raw edges. A look out the window to be greeted by the daffodil, tucked in close to home.
Finding a lonesome patch in a field, or the woods might mean the ghost of a dwelling once stood there- you could look around for old bricks if you wanted, but they might be buried real deep.
This season sitting with my own ghosts from times past, pushing through. The old home gone but remnants still rooted. New compassions and old tales swirling together.
The mind might be there, but the body is catching up. I sit long enough to stitch it in, to try and be soft with a hard thing.
