Irresistible Earth - Kunsthall 3,14, Bergen, Norway
See her beak a coppery bill, her pointed puncture with black horn waiting in edges of river among stones and ocean pearls, her coarse curls sleeps outside of home, outside of culture, in open air, feel her tire without tone of muscle in effortless slumber and in watery sheets her many sections fold and file in, cooling her throat with waters from below bearing new disguises no one yet knows be transformed.