echo of bodies without borders
A body dissolving into the wetlands, shaped by longing, existing between liquid and solid. Peat moss, constantly becoming through relation. Let the strong scent of moss, wet soil, dried grass, rain, and hints of salty freshness linger in your senses, grounding you in the thick-time of this landscape. The body carries with it a heavy, dirty wetness, as the moss absorbs the subtle shifts of the Others, holding memories of belonging in its quiet resistance. Slipping through the slow rhythms of moss—softly and steadily spreading—it creates a place to belong, a shared experience of becoming terrestrial.
Telling the stories of bog bodies, engaging with both past and future.
