(untitled)
From across the street, looking towards what once was a rooming house. Pecking at crumbs.
There’s some leakage — like a topographical map, offering a watershed of so many unknown seasons.
a texture of time
peonies on Granville Street
demarcating a spatial ache —
and returning a memory.
her hands, carefully shaping
crêpe paper peonies
that my young hands would later carry
in the procession
at the start of Hana Matsuri.
(Some initial Polaroid experiments taken
on June 4, 2024 in Vancouver.
They are a part of my still, not still project.)