Ongoing 2021/2022
I welcome the frost as a sign of passing. Pressing my hands into the grasses; meeting my temperature with theirs as an exchange and process of being-with. The action involves cupping and placing my hands slowly forming a spiral—the labyrinth. I instinctually depress my hands alternating between different parts (the outside of my hand, two fingers, just my pinky) as my body reads the cold.
The sun keeps the frost alive. It is morning and the light begins to shift. A warmth enters where there was once shadow hosting the entropies of our new co-composition.
