Elucidation
I come from a country that doesn’t exist anymore. The incomprehensible bloodshed tore apart families, neighbors, friends... I tied the strings to hold the sand... and headlines.
Then the country of my choice bombed the country of my origin... I crumpled the newspapers into the paint.
Daily migraines broke the mirrored glass... Politics cutting into the flesh.
Amid the technology boom, raising a family, with signs of a loss to come... Computer scrap, as pigment particles, permeated the canvas membranes, prickly and tough...
Budding lives among absences and ghosts... And mother's negligee as skin and sails against the darkened sky... Again.