During the pandemic I began seeing even more potential in fragments, particularly as they reflect the innately feminist act of finding the whole in the part.
“What people look like … is the visible cue to their caste. It is the historic flash card to the public of how they are to be treated, where they are expected to live, what kinds of positions they are expected to hold…”
They remind me that I am not alone — that I am living in space and time with individuals who have survived the unimaginable, who believe still in the goodness of people, and the value of being alive.
In 2009, I was dragged into a new reality — one in which restoring Minnesota’s Northwoods to its historical grandeur is not possible due to the state’s fast-warming climate.