Spring 2023
Risograph print book on onion skin paper. Collaged imagery from personal collection and found images.
"in a ditch, my sense rise all around and TOOK OFF 90 miles down a dirt road, a dark cloud, & a river. / restless for the place heaven won't leave the pines by the highway far behind, weeping alone will tell her I want to be some place in sight on the road to SOMETHING at last / mountain flood rising from an orphan with a mother i'm bound for misty rain raging between us / last night I fear I fell into surging pain i swear that a DREAM HERE creek flows DARKNESS lose me lose me take me apart her hair never found alive / but a dead dog is deserted on the concrete back home / strangers we drift effortlessly / down the open road stretched to dawn across TO NOWHERE and back / my coast is falling and skies / I last saw you ride this road full of lead and coal / for me for you I got lost in the IN THE NIGHT at night in the air her loud lonesome blood all gone / ... / my ROAD turns to splinters and her covered in a corner / his hand I was cut take me from knife throttle breaking tear / I'll accept I don't see where I'm headed i've waited calling me don't change don't change / is there anybody coming home?"
When I don't understand how I feel, I take others' words and rearrange them. When I don't understand my life, I take others' and repurpose them. Marked with a fingerprint, I was here.