I dream of an existence where I begin and end the day with sun on my skin and dirt on my hands. A body composed of branches as limbs, vines as hair, a face of flowers. Where I am so deeply connected to the Earth, that nothing can disturb me. Over the course of the pandemic, I would go through phases of physical activity, spirituality, depression, and joy. This self portrait is a reflection of the peaks and valleys I was experiencing at the time.
I’ve always been drawn to observing plants’ cycle of evolution: roots into hearty food, seeds into blossoms. Scallions quickly grow and thrive rooted only in water.
