Mighty girl Hannah
Hannah wanted a different life. She moved onto land. Sometimes she gets so tired she can’t walk, she goes to the beach to hear the familiar music of home.

Hannah wanted a different life. She moved onto land. Sometimes she gets so tired she can’t walk, she goes to the beach to hear the familiar music of home.
Into this world, against her will, she was born. Her 360° vision is too wide to be framed in. Wilma does not see left or right but everything becomes this whole world.
It was business as usual.
I stitched irregular shapes to one another into a shell, filled it with remnants to give it shape.
Plus a little more in the belly so it’ll sit straighter, taller, and it broke.
Right in the centre where the human ribcage would be to protect the heart and lungs.
I patched the gaping hole with what’s left on the desk— a blossom print.
Flowers always find their way to life abandoned.
Her heart will never stop breathing.
I call her Heather.