When I Didn’t Have a Broken Wing

A series in the midst of pandemic, isolated in the drought-ridden Southwest, the hottest summer on record, with a wildfire burning for 48 days. I focused grounding , the earth and large bright abstractions. The title refers to dreams of better times, when I could freely migrate and when I didn’t have a broken wing - I’ve often felt like an injured bird after heart surgeries because you can’t lift your arm, so when I’d walk I’d tuck it in to avoid pressure.

These works will exhibit at Tucson International Airport.