04/03/2026
THE LAND WHISPERS YOUR NAME WHILE YOU SLEEP
120 x 180
Charcoal, Oil and Carving On Wood
There is a secret love language between the
sunlight and the ground
When the warmth reaches the cold, dark earth,
It explodes with life
Complicated symbiotic relationships are unfolding and growing all around us
If you are very quiet, you can hear them communicating
When I was a girl the land used to call my name
This memory is embedded as sharply in mind
as the scars from summer blackberry scratches are etched into my skin
I will never forget
I am simply a small piece of that place
Thank you to for curating this piece. Such a beautiful presentation at Love
Re-imagined