Corrida de toros, (2022). 'Scenes from Libya,' #2. Pen on Semi-gloss Paper-14.8 x 10.5 cm.
Nothing ever is as it was. Especially when Helen’s lands are at a chill. And all her children have slipped out of Bethlehem drunk and or woozy. Singing Irish rebel songs for the lulls. Hoping to capture the infinite spirit in the wicker basket caskets their mothers gave them. Which once held their teeth and where I now place my bells.