Ouroboros, 2021
15’ x 11’ x 11’

What happens when a person is uprooted?

At worst: they become lost, oftentimes unknowingly so. 

Sometimes, the roots are severed so crudely that they’re disconnected from the nutrients that cultivated them. Such a shock may lead them to never look, think, or reflect back to the source of their emergence — let alone revisit. The loss of a concreteness is confused for a lack of an internal compass, and so they roam in search of certainty, confusing all the signals. 

At best: they adjust to new soil, oftentimes unknowingly so. 

Their roots are not gone — they’re just curled up and sitting at the bottom of their purse or somewhere in their pocket. They learn to grow from concrete and find solace in the discomfort. Adaptive, flexible; a chameleon of sorts. Friendly with change, contrast and undefinability, they flourish.

In life, like in people, “best" and “worst” seldom exist in their entirety.

Instead, we find ourselves somewhere in-between.