As I worked on scribing and etching this plate, I was exploring instances of rot and blooms in nature, such as how beings as beautiful as mushrooms sustain themselves off of the dead. This year has not been very kind to me as I have been subject to many drastic life changes and loss. While these transitions have been detrimental to me, they have been liberating nonetheless. I feel as if I have been rotting and blooming simultaneously, and experiencing the many births and deaths of iterations of myself has been tragically beautiful. Humans are not static beings– few things in this life are– and to change for the better one must feed off of their past, both the good and the bad, to move forward in life.
