When the wind turns the cupola on my father’s dust farm, I hear the sounds of animals long since butchered. What feeds you? What do you use for stairs? There is little room for compassion on the road to success. Hard work requires sacrifice though it’s not always of one’s self. If you were to list your accomplishments, would you be honest? Knit Prism’s latest work questions the going rate of time and progress. The iron-caged bird sings.
33 minutes or so, edition of 48. Drawings by Tevia Romaine
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