There is a pagan and earthly dimension that hovers over all things and cannot be ignored. The earth is touched by the whole body. By invoking my ancestry, familial, physical, spiritual - the place from where we start - I understand, the cycles get closer, they flow naturally. The transient movement can be magical and mysterious. The feminine presence is constant and intense. Women generate, create, kill and feed. The bodies of the things and the people are not forgotten. They find a place to land and remain there, ajar in time. Between connection and encounter, I recognize that we are a part of the larger scale of things, where what we know and what we don't know fit. It seems to me that we are not exceptional. Everything that exists part from us and is part of us.