Stone Blood of the Gods
Cotton hangs from ceiling to floor, stained with unfixed cyanotype it continually changes as it sits in the sunlight. Blooms of salt grow and shrink with the humid air. Sugar and bicarbonate objects sit on top of these chemical reactions, solid and steady as they stare upwards into the eye of a latex bag. Held in a steel grasp high above, filled to burst with petrichor scented water.
Slow and steady, through the eye of a pin prick the water drips
These sugar and bicarbonate bodies fizz and dissolve. Melting into the fabric. Changing it, changing themselves.