Sleeping with the Ancestors


Sleeping with the Ancestors

‘Lie with us, rest in us, our fabric and pattern,
Performing dreams and desires.
Temporary flesh, emerging beauty,
A butterfly flutters for fleeting moments.
The sleeper is awake with purpose,
To create a new cloak.’

Digitised Print

 Oil on canvas 20″ x 30″

 Pencil drawing digitised

‘Down to the basement where the dead dreams lie.’

Digitized from a ceramic sculpture

Down to the basement where the dead dreams lie.
To see cultures dancing over  human skin,

I’m drawn to boundaries, lungs, where the gases exchange.
The vapour is explosive, sweet and foul,
I can’t help but inhale the fumes.
It’s a rush and my blood boils with pleasure,
Should I have shame… I feel so good.

Heart pumps chemicals round, faster and faster,
While exhaling exhaust into a clear blue sky.