The swamp rots from surplus poison.
The sky carbonates breath from leaf.
The earth, running a fever, cries:
stop hating your mother.
A swamp poem
This site is to highlight my painting practice and explain many of the ideas about which I am curious and want to share. Some selected art pieces may be purchased at: https://naturalist.gallery
The swamp rots from surplus poison.
The sky carbonates breath from leaf.
The earth, running a fever, cries:
stop hating your mother.
Art by Kate W 