2021-2022
Victoria, BC


Notes from the Bog



I’ve been watching an empty lot grow over. Stumps stand ankle deep in their own chips, and turned soil piled in a heap sits next to a pit that is slowly filling with water, draining away, filling and draining again. The entanglement of roots jut out from the dirt walls. Oak branches, once a tapestry overhead, are a mess of a pile, being creeped in and over, swallowed in an alien verdancy. But red specks pierce through a knot at the periphery, and I watch a wren fly off with a thimbleberry in its beak. These are the tendrils that form around me. 

Text by Jasper D. Wrinch, continued here



 
Bramble Rearrangements (2022)
beeswax, saftey fencing, himilian blackberry, bindweed



Overwintered (2022)
oil on canvas



Garden Grief (2021)
oil on canvas



Care / Webs (2021)
oil on panel



Caught Up In It All (2021)
oil on canvas



Whispers from the Bog (2022)
oil on canvas



Bog Love Dance (2021)
latex, cotton yarn









Mark