Jenny Zhen

Tomb

Death.The acceptance, the despair, the inevitability.Tomb stone, tree killer, sustenance server.a Rock skips and skips until it sinks.a Cycle repeats, and repeats, and repeats, and repents.Altar, worship, offering. blessed Mother Nature.Etching of Maggie Nelson’s passage in Bluets:“It calms me to think of blue as the colour of death.I have long imagined death's approach as the swell of a wave - a towering wall of blue.You will drown, the world tells me, has always told me.You will descend into a blue underworld, blue with hungry ghosts, Krishna blue, the blue faces of the ones you loved.They all drowned, too. To take a breath of water: does the thought panic or excite you?If you are in love with red then you slit or shoot.If you are in love with blue you fill your pouch with stones good for sucking and head down to the river.Any river will do.”

“The contrast between functions and forms; a cutting board used to sustain human life at the cost of the death of a tree.”