Digital Image 2020
When I rest on the earth in remote woodland I settle into a depth that is not present ordinarily.
I dip into some mythic world of non-ordinary reality where I feel big calm, relaxing away from hubris into the damp compost of leaves, sludge and bugs. Enveloping, the boundary called skin, rubbing, poking, scratching its way onto the vast realm of other.
Body in the Earth, 2020 Jennifer Weston ©
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