cabin time – archipelago

In one week we became a stratum – look for us in the geological time scale.  A layer of lichen and neon string, Old Bay, coffee grounds, kind-eyes, campfire smoke, gratitude, misplaced clay chunks, corncobs and india ink.

My hands are shredded from the granite and I leave the island with sand-filled cuts – my hope is that it will all heal inside of me.  
Always trying to be more like a rock.

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Cabin-Time is a roaming creative residency to remote places.