I pace the shallow sea, walking the time between, reflecting
on the
type of fossil I’d like to be. I guess I’d like my bones to
be replaced by
some vivid chert, a red ulna or radius, or
maybe preserved as the
track of some lug-soled creature
locked in
the sandstone- how did
it walk, what did it eat,
and did it love sunshine?
― Ann Zwinger, Downcanyon: A Naturalist Explores the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon
[the abject] is simply a frontier, a repulsive gift that the
Other,
having become alter ego, drops so that the "I" does not
disappear in it but finds, in that sublime alienation, a forfeited existence.
― Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection
Highlands, 2020, oil on canvas, 20 x 16 inches
