Artist Statement
“The world is full of painful stories. Sometimes it seems as though there aren’t any other kind and
yet I found myself thinking how beautiful that glint of water was through the trees.”
− Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Sower
As our story was ending, I found myself sitting inside the chain. The green grew around me while I
sat and remembered. As it changed my shade, I called on my concern and found hope in its place. I
softened my gaze upwards, and saw the reflection of that which came before. Three lovers, painted
in the starry sky. Though we thought we knew enough, you said too much. You mistook salt for sugar
as the grains fell and dissolved. You sipped from the stream and the water had a taste which wasn’t
to be expected. It helped you grow stronger, healthier, more beautiful, and safeguarded from
damage; but so slightly, dimmed the gleam in your eyes.
