2022
Ink and and water on paper
20” x 26” / 50 × 65 cm
Etched aluminium frame, museum glass
Hiding behind the bush.
I met the ground— hard, sudden, and uninvited.
My hands let me down.
My face touched dirt to learn sky.
The earth humbles me.
Before the rise can mean something,
the fall must come
Moments when shelter slips away—when the body fails, when the ego drops, when there is nowhere to go but down. And yet, in this collapse, something else appears: humility, grounding, the possibility of beginning again.
2022
Ink and and water on paper
20” x 26” / 50 × 65 cm
Etched aluminium frame, museum glass
Hiding behind the bush.
I met the ground— hard, sudden, and uninvited.
My hands let me down.
My face touched dirt to learn sky.
The earth humbles me.
Before the rise can mean something,
the fall must come
Moments when shelter slips away—when the body fails, when the ego drops, when there is nowhere to go but down. And yet, in this collapse, something else appears: humility, grounding, the possibility of beginning again.
