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What remains


2025
Clay, soil, herbs, flowers, bones, flag, pill bottles, photographs



I wore my blue sweater every day for two months. Look at the blue, not what's happening underneath.

Blue became a reminder of the impact. I wondered how I could move forward, to create, but not erase this time.

Death before growth, rot before bloom. This needed to be true: does figurative shit become fertilizer for something?

I cast a ceramic shell from cow dung to replace the sweater. Not to hide, but to digest. The hollow form holds what can no longer be carried: a pill bottle, photographs, the American flag.

What remains after we've taken what we can from something? 
What's left after the body extracts nourishment 
from memory, 
from history,
from a world unraveling?
Tomb and seedbed
Waste & fertility