Moyo 2015

Watercolor, marker, pen, ink and color pencil on hemp paper from Nepal

16 x 21 cm

I work within the space of art sometimes to work out disturbances in my life. So often do I cling – to people, to things, to ideas, to my body – all impermanent and in this constant state of shift, transformation. Yet the pain is when we try to remain the same and not embrace the change.

I encounter moments almost daily that ask that I remember my impermanence. And the impermanence of things – including death row, solitary confinement and its horrors.