“And only where the forest fires have sped,
  Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands,
A sweet wild flower lifts its purple head,
And, like some gentle spirit sorrow-fed,
  It hides the scars with almost human hands.

And only to the heart that knows of grief,
  Of desolating fire, of human pain,
There comes some purifying sweet belief,
Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief.
  And life revives, and blossoms once again.”

-Emily Pauline Johnson

THIS AINT ENUF was first shown on a rooftop, the work was surruptisiosly destroyed during a time of great personal upheaval.
Mark II represents something more personal, an acceptance of
grounding-futility in my life caused by mental illness and its repercussions. A humbling shoulder shrug, and palms to the sky moment.

Mark II was exhibited at the Winter Sculpture Park 2022 curated by Gallery No.32. This time I decided to take the destruction into my own hands and have a ceremonial burning commemorating loss, and accepting grief. 1968 film group documented the process.

Burnt Out