this death is and isn’t mine, 2024

kaolin epk, soil, charcoal, stones, wood ash; residual copper carbonate and copper wire mark the soil from a pit fire held prior

Arms are outstretched/whispers travel [muffledscreams] between waves across waters/determination forms our togetherness (Williams)/interwoven/we can laugh too/IT IS CERTAIN/when we fight for the love of li-fe(-ves, -ing).

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Kaolin epk slip traces the bottom of the opening that held the pit fire. The stones upturned from their home are nestled back into the ground along the mouth of this opening. The sides of the stones that face East, towards the Atlantic Ocean, are shaded using charcoal born from the pitfire’s wood. 

Left to dry overnight, the kaolin’s edges became scab-like as they began to sink with the soil. The following day, I buried the kaolin(with the help of a few hands), completely filling the opening. Two months later, a golden brown grass began to grow again where this opening had been made. They would not be forgotten. 

Last two photos taken by Victor Urroz