Teetering like a September myth

'Each year, as the long cold gives way to new warmth, the scent of blooming clematis and withering wattle fills the air. Its presence like old stories. The grasses once fed by winter rain, just as our bodies, begin to decay under the intensifying sun. A slow but ever present withering.

The clematis does not worry for the year where its roots cannot maintain hold. Not a worry that I am aware of, anyway. Do the wrens understand that their life expectancy is one of years, not decades? Not centuries nor millennia? Or can I, truly, understand this?'

Teetering like a September myth explores the unknowability of death as an act of making peace with one’s own mortality. The project draws upon seasons, ecological processes and man-made constructs as symbols of life cycles, ultimately responding to the question as borrowed from an Appalachian hymn titled Idumea: “What will become of me?”