the classroom windows. it registers that there is an orange glow, a small silent sun arcing up and out into the horizon rocks and the purple/gray. then noise, a low rattling upon impact (quick crescendo) i try to keep my footing but the ceiling is falling, things are falling. where my footing was is falling and there are holes where the gray pokes through. instinctively, i hold my breath. movement- so unlike ukiyo-e. hokusai never prepared us for this, there are no flat lines or high-angled view points. even metal, even intaglio, flat and powerless against the current. i donâ€™t have time to consider this at the time; by the time i realize i am underwater i am breathing again on the bathroom floor. shock, gagging, bare feet against the rug
a collection of collage work and poems that explores the space between dreams and reality.