Wasteland No. 3: Moons, Sons (2021, 5m, 16mm, color, silent)
A world tender and unhatched. Future chaos in repose, in slumber. Yggdrasil. Microcosmos. Batter in a bowl. A living wreath. Oleander hyacinth blow away dandelion particles of an interplanetary lullaby.
Dedicated to the one I love.
Desiccated attic must
entombed momento mori in grace engraved.
With the loss of the imaginary and the real, I am unspeakable
as one remembers I once was this... before myself, and then nothing, before I could touch the envelope that is right before me, translucent, When I could cry but could not answer. - Darcy Shreve
