holding them carefully (to get them in your mouth, and not all over your fingers). hitting your tongue, they’re mostly tasteless, until you crush them against your palate, getting the juices flowing. sweet, sour, perhaps a bit bitter? in your mouth, on your tongue, you want them closer, you swallow. in your stomach, in your blood, your veins. but also in your nose, your eyes. as you eat, they mark you, red, blue, violet. and those careful fingers are never careful enough, leaving proof of what has taken place (inside of you). consuming berries through your skin, when do they really enter your body?
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I took a risk, when deciding what my final project would be. I wanted to let nature play a big role in it, or let’s just say, be a part of it, be a fellow artist, this was a collaboration. and I failed to listen. the tide went low, and the water demonstrated it’s place in this. I felt a bit defeated, but mostly I thought it was tragicomic and beautiful, the water demonstrated it’s place in this. the tide wouldn’t let me articulate the project as I had sketched. it became something else instead, the ground consuming the juice, and the pigment leaving marks, as proof of what has taken place.
