Description
I woke 11:11 in the middle of the night and drummed my way through an exquisite dismemberment where I was scalped and my long tresses were woven into ‘the grid’ by a woman weaver. My body was burnt on a pyre and my form turned to fire; to smoke; to space; then merged with stars, back down to the clouds I came and became rain that doused the fire of my own burning body. I found a song about flight, and these works came about the next day.