Fare

I am boarding a train with a pain in my paper and the hope of Versailles on my sleeve to believe, in a picturesque setting I am setting my sights on ‘home’.   For the things I cannot see, I run. For the hope that the portrait will prevail, I carry.   To the sail…

Home

Based on Egon Schiele’s ‘The Border of the city, Krumau’. Home I fashioned a home from stones I found along the way- those placed by the riverbeds and collecting rainwater in emptied fountains. those in hollows atop mountains and those from the hatbox of my youth. How humbling fell the words of Ruth, when once…