∞2021∞
Our well has sprung a leak. The cauldron is bubbling over. Earth’s dining table is trembling.
Broadcasting sounds and sights both seen and unseen from our humble wooded locale, nestled in the arms of Chicago. We are the living remnants of our former lives, the charred bits left in the pan, the salty crumbs, the once ‘sunny street that held the sifted few.’
Embracing the ephemeral, reclaiming lost art and art forms, creating simply to fight attrition - all while documenting a dying breed.
This is not the world we were meant to inherit, or is it?
