when the storm starts stopping

when the storm starts stopping reflects a moment of clarity where, like a toddler who has cried themselves to the point of reason, I am finding balance in my story telling. As a former Marine of more than a decade I feel compelled to engage in conversation about those marginalized in warfare, but the means are, necessarily, changing. With the title, borrowed from Dr. Suess, I gave myself permission to have fun with the process and, while the sentiment is still often pretty fucked up, there is a level of hope I allow myself and the work to have. Using materials familiar to my practice like cement, dirt, fire and human blood I hope to continue the dialogue while allowing for more experimental and intuitive making.