The Late Bloomers

Artist statement: 

‘When they buried us, they did not know we were seeds’ -

In contemplating the current climate of unrest, disturbance and blood in our macrocosm, I am reminded of how when the soil is disturbed new growth is ushered in: a new opportunity for seeds,undisturbed, to grow wildly. I see this crumbling of the old world happening before our eyes for fresh systems of community to rise and spread like weeds. Tendrils that connect us over miles and miles of sea and stone. 

We are reweaving the fabric of society, remastering what it means to have humanity. In this piece, I weave my own vision of what it means to be interconnected, sprawling with hope that the darkest times usher in the blooming of a new world. One that we can be proud of for once. The soil is tethered to our heartbeats, may the blood of those passed nourish our windswept futures. May it be for something, may it be for our collective late blooming.