to give form to the silent urgings that would otherwise dissipate, unsaid, into the hush around me. Each day is a negotiation between the unseen world within and the resistant world without; i translate myself into words and know that even if no one comes to witness these artefacts, the work is not for nothing. The act of rendering language visible is itself an assertion, it is a kind of testimony, built from the small rocks of attention, marking the path walked across the precarious terrain of being alive. Knowing how easily the world buries what it does not wish to remember, i still try to make visible what should not be forgotten…

© KD.W.Heim