stone-womxn feeds in the wash. the day is burnt desert dry skin wind lapping their face, bare arms, bare breasts. all day they've been walking in this land that is so far from the wet, peat moors. stone-womxn appear across linearities, temporalities, geographies. stone-womxn appear in waking life, pulse at the edge of dream-song and the edge of ceremony, linger in bone marrow. stone-womxn are the forgotten ones still dreaming the land into being. specific lands, lands now separated from modern bodies of water, names and borders. stone-womxn span these and exist before historical time, exist in the deep time of myth which is to say, now and always. stone-womxn leave their residue deep in your bones and call low and clear for you to remember. stone-womxn are the promise that the land is imagining you. stone-womxn are the re-membrance that human and land gave birth to one another, over and over and over again. we found them like this, in the desert, feeding their stone baby to their breast, sheltered in the crevice of the sandy, dry stone wash. far away from peat and moss and bog. it took us by surprise too, the way the dream lingers and travels underground, appears and calls you wherever you are. walking in the volcanic dusty air, we spoke about them; you dreamt them too, although perhaps with a different name, same loud, full resonance, same granite skin, same body giving birth to the rising dawn.

foraged plant dye: pomegranate, eucalyptus, onion, seed pods, yarrow, weld, black beans, madder. AADK 2023.