this piece is my new beginning. it's representative of the year 2022 for me, as i spent the beginning months of the year deep in the soil, i felt like a carcass that had been tossed on the side of the road and left to rot. slowly, i began to reassume human form and even grow wings so that i could transcend the barriers of earth and fly -- but figuratively.

here's a short poem i wrote while making the piece:

feeling like i need to press myself against the soil and let gravity pull me under so i can bury myself in it beneath the earth’s surface
seems like the only way i’d get some peace and quiet.
deep inside i lay, arms crossed,
legs bent up to my chest, this position is my chrysalis. warm, safe, and transformative i hold myself tightly patient,
and waiting
for the earth to finally propel me upwards. i must assume a new form i don’t want to sink deeper into the soil and become as desolate as my surroundings i shall prevail