EQUINOX
This piece was made in collaboration with the writer, and my dear friend, Angelina Danae. She wrote the following essay and asked me to reply in visual form
What is woman that you are mindful of her?
The daughter of all that you should care for her?
For you made her little more than the cursed
hand with the cursed want to taste and see.
You gave her no dominion, set nothing under her feet and yet
the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and even the fish of the sea
rush to lift her up, breath among stars, glory in the heavens. Still
she comes down to rest in the fox den,
drink from the rivers,
listen to the wisdom of the trees.
She is earth in her bowels, the whole of life
heaving at her chest. All
who look for her will find her.
Around every turn, in every corner of the world,
she is there, all manner of holy
beyond the imagination of men.
-Angelina Danae