Ink Illustration

Tangles of Sisterhood
To not compare or compete
I want to hold myself up 
To be honest about how I force us down

My sister and I are nine years apart

    I never thought to ask why
Why the silence surrounding miscarriage?
A loss seems to get lost without paper pushin
 Without birth or death certificates
She still had to bury her fetus in the backyard

This parent shaped my world:

                        I was told that we hold the memory of six generations

           I know little of four and spoke only to one

           She speaks of a father destroyed by war

                        To whom she blames her nerves and the memory of her timid mother

Redistribution:
Pushing through my books
Pressure on my head
Can I translate these words?
The words who have explained the infinite reproduction of discursive ideology? 
And my understanding:
 I am a ventricle
Inside the world inside of me
It not that I particularly mind

For I am interested in indentifying what media forces I use for personality glue

Not to encourage them

But to keep a sharp eye

And use my destructive tendencies

As evidence

For why I wish to actively redistribute economic, social and political power 

I’ve seen behind that paper curtain
Cant Fool me with small talk or warnings of chill touch
I know where your putting those forceps
And what looks like down there too

 

November spawned a monster

                        Who is the antithesis of my praxis                   

I can’t tell

is she beautiful?

Dam Displacement

Contemporary Birth:
With liquid through a catheter
placed inside your epidural space
    There is no mandatory sensation of your child leaving

                        No release of evolutionarily designed chemicals for your heart to ride on

This child will not receive the complementary full body massage as she exits the birth canel

                        For the safety of the mother

                        The need for caesarean exponentially increases

 

Deindividuation/War/Violence

Warriors experience, if changed

12 of 13 will kill/torture/mutilate

That’s the power of anonymity 

Self Portrait post relief extravaganza
Ink, Graphite
24 X 36 inches