Sea painting — sea blur.

Wednesday 2 July 2025

Hastings

A friend said my voice

sounded better by the sea.

Navigating a body

in pain,

the sea has been

my companion,

A root in the suspended time,

between now and 

Surgery. 

Last night I returned

to the edit —

working with filmic breath,

recalling performances

with my mother

with Marian waters.

Tonight, my body won’t move

with the pain,

but it lies oriented toward the sea,

hearing it in my body,

and watching it

from my temporary bed.

And with this,

my body started dreaming again

of yet-to-come shores —

when that dreaming had paused,

grounded in the U.K. once more.

I found magic here again.

An unexpected return

to a home I had once left.

from the Shared Air project / performances at Marian sites

new fragments soon