Morka, the hunter’s daughter

To feel at home in the woods.
To walk on the ground, pushing leaves and branches apart.
To hear clearly.
To stamp the ground with your footsteps.
To feel strength.

To distinguish edible from inedible.
To see the footprints. And the paths.

And bare your teeth. And growl. And hear your own voice echoing through the forest. 

August 2015

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10–19 October AUT SPLASH exhibition at MUI Folk Shop, Folkestone: click for details and to make a donation for the printing costs (thank you!)