Flower Tales
Reading Flowers
This project came from imagening the thousands of years before the invention of thr alphabet- around the time of the agricultural revolution- when survival bequeasted intimacy with the land; Attuning humankind to the language of nature.
Humans must have had to observe the signals of blossoming and ripening, moving and returning in time to gather supplies.
Then came the written word, alongside the sowing of seeds in ordered fields. Language grew more abstract, forming laws and covenants that offered new ways of organizing and surviving.
Gathering flowers into letters , I try to return to that seam in time between the written and what came before it- when the structures of Western civilization were not yet fixed, but only beginning to take shape.
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Changing Prayers
God is a Loyal Queen
Photgarphy and digital collaje print on Pirax
A small alteration in the prayer said daily by Jews all over the world. From King to Queen. Inquiring into how Shifts in the language we use can shift our relationships to central concepts such as God.
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Detail Shot, God is a Loyal Queen
"The Garden of Forking Paths"
Dried wild Flowers installation , text from Jorge Luis Borges 1941 book.
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Read Text of flower Insallation In English (apears in Spanish in the actual peace):
A man was almost old/ Wanted to have a child/ Sat down at the corner of the old temple/ Imagined his child into being/ Two years he sat and imagined hard with the full force of his mind and heart being/ All millimeters of that child’s being/ Villagers saw that he was doing something/ Brought him meals/ He ate/ Imagining every detail and wholeness, a child/The nail in the toe, The nostril the heart/eye lashes/ two years passed and the child was/ sweet baby he was happy/ 16 years he raised this child, as people do/ it was time for the child to go out to the world/ walked him to the port/ Child boarded a boat/ Goodbye/ Sadness/ Joy/ Now, man was pretty tired/ More olderly / Sat again / By temple corner/ Big fire started/ Animals, people ran away/ Man was already very tired/ He was old/ Didn’t have the energy to escape/ Surprise came/ He didn’t burn/ How he learned/ He too/ Had been the imagination of some other one. Text is based on an passage from "The Garden of Forking Paths" 1941 short story by Argentine writer and poet Jorge Luis Borges.
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