The indigo Skin of the sky - A5 - Edition of 10

The Indigo skin of the sky

I remember,
When I was a witch.

I was stirring skies,
From the foam of shells.

Long porous bodies,
Were resting upon the sea.
And the wind,
Was pushing us around.

From the flesh of others,
Flowers and tides,
Again and again,
Horizons appeared.

We were making,
The indigo skin of the sky.

We were witches,
We remembered.

This booklet is formed of two poems, photos from a series of works made with ink and agar + from the seaside.
A5 booklet is an edition of 10, printed in colour, on recycled paper.
2021-2023

Texts and photos Carole Villain.