Artwork Description:
Bend if you can to the dark sea forgetting the flute s sound on naked feet that trod your sleep in the other, the sunken life. Write if you can on your last shell the day the place the name and fling it into the sea so that it sinks. We found ourselves naked on the pumice stone watching the rising islands watching the red islands sink into their sleep, into our sleep. Here we found ourselves naked, holding the scales that tipped toward injustice. Instep of power, unshadowed will, considered love, projects that ripen in the midday sun, course of fate with a young hand slapping the shoulder in the land that was scattered, that can t resist, in the land that was once our land the islands, -rust and ash- are sinking. Source:
Santorini Greece a Jewel in the Aegean sea