When I was in Pittsburgh recently a very good friend and I got to go to the Carnegie museum and gallery and we saw this set of paintings
and I was immediately transfixed by the last one.
Theres so much of immigration emigration and refugee studies that deals with the crossing of oceans and the power of oceans and its not something we talk about a lot. It made me think of the shared experience of people drowning themselves as a means to escape transatlantic slavery and exiles from Spain after the Civil War drowning themselves off the coast of Spain so as not to be forced from their country. Obviously different circumstances but the presence and use of the ocean as a permanent end really struck me.
I've been working on a poem in relation to it but I just can't seem to get the words right.




















