THESE PLACES
2014 - 2025
What’s out there is always changing. Leaves shiver off trees and winter comes. It is white outside. I move from west to east. Ocean waves scatter white too, as water moves toward the shore. Everything changes and scatters.
I think about the things I could lose. I could lose my possessions. I could lose my friends. I could lose my memory. I do not want to forget these places I have been. They ask me to remember…
The ellipsis. It leaves so much unsaid or suggested. Or, perhaps, I do not have the words. Instead, it is my body that tells my story. What else are these folds I explore? These physical landscapes. Matter destined for the earth.
