Our bodies exist to make blood to pump around: to survive, to embrace the land and be ready to give it back, to give ourselves to it, blood to dirt. Secure ourselves, temporarily, before we loosen into soil.

Somebody somewhere
Needs flowers today

“Family Has Talent But No Home” (2024) is a part of a body of embroidery work about my maternal family histories. I’ve been thinking about the tactility and psychic topography of family archives, especially in relation to settler-inherited notions of ‘home’. Spectral & fuzzy & a little unsettling?

Softness prevails!

Anyone else seeking joy from under an ominous cloud?