Death Even is Reduced to a Sign


Mixed Media, Charcoal


45 x 60 cm


Republic of Georgia, 2021


Prints available upon request

I never made it all the way through the caves
mouth wide, jaws wide, eyes wide, not wide

To pass through the doors is a metaphor
to pass it off, another. To pass away 
is final.

Of all the possible trajectories, ours have grown
misshapen in their parallelism; 1+1 = 11 
depending on how you read the signs.

My god grows up from the subsctructural;
indivisible and indestructible, unable to be
passed through.

We only admire the pain of the ones who have
succeeded to “make it”, or worse, the ones who have
passed away.