Now I have four.
I’m still waiting for that Eureka Moment.
They look like mummies.
They look like seeds.
They look like leaves.
They look female.
They smell like nature.
They smell domestic.
I do not love them.
I’ve had to isolate myself to make them.
It’s a lonely road, where does it lead?
Am I mending something that’s broken?
These don’t just deal with the body, although that’s how they began.
They are more about transformation and spiritual things.
I am not finished.