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Sheep and I hide out the wind but they’ve got better coats.
We are our own promised land.
I am all these things and nothing at all.
A hunter should know how the world is illuminated.
I am burnt but not yet consumed.
Art history: do you want me to draw you a diagram?
We continually create the conditions for each others existence.
You and me together divided.
Will you send me more than I can bear?
Patience is no longer the answer
In everything revealed, just as much is hidden.
2019 – ongoing
We bend in strange winds.
2020 – ongoing
Everyone’s looking, but no one’s noticing
2018 – ongoing
Nothing’s Ever Wasted
Beauty Cleanses the Mind