lost but not forgotten

2020. 48”x30”. Wool, silk, plant fibers, acrylic on canvas; wet felted.

If we dream of dying

Don’t we dream of another’s embrace

The clasp of a hand

A heart’s whisper

Or a cry of despair?

To be lost but not forgotten.

This piece was created to honor the victims of COVID-19. Building each of the dark roses was a somber task, and shaping them felt rather like embalming bodies.  Knowing that so many bodies have been stored in cooling trucks, or cast into mass graves, I treated each with the utmost respect.