learning to unlearn
learning to unlearn; the highest tree and the secret lives of rocks, 2014
oil paint on board, projector with white out poetry, glazed ceramic rocks, spruce tree in ceramic holder.
long stretches of time that loop continuous, without end. it is endless freedom. crickets land on our socks spotting them and we run. trample, crush, trip through fields gone to seed, fields high with wheat, with rutts, holes, clumps of dirt. pockets full of raisins and nuts we don’t think about a thing. days and days and days we are freedom. my brothers are my litter mates, we run in a pack, we feel the same. we know where we are by the position of the sun. we are the same as the grass, the trees, they are ours and we belong to them.