ongoing
I see myself when I look closely at a tree.
I imagine what would have happened if I had been born as a tree somewhere I did not know. What would I speak and to whom?
I see their faces. Wrapped, broken, taped, tied, cracked, and stapled.
I do not know everything about where they are from. I assume they are also immigrants but planted.
This visual research juxtaposes human and non-human beings' superficial and abstract experiences.
