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