I had a friend once who took his own life.
He was torn between two worlds. Unable to reconcile his Christian faith with his sexuality.
A young man with a vibrant questioning soul.
It could have been my life. We made different choices.
This work is in memory of him.
Available separately, numbered edition of six, variable sizes, dye sublimation prints on brushed Aluminium.
a perfect day, pierced by a moment of fear
our two worlds are close than you think
the thin veneer of your boyish charm
your eyes all bitten and shy
you hold your map in a differnt way
I keep watching your clock
I like the taste as I lick your wounds
my face pushed up hard agianst your glass
why can't you believe in a God of love?
your panic helps to sober me
the cruelest assassin keeps you alive
it burns white beneath your skin
I hear the sound of your flesh getting thinner
your sins too deep for me to furrow
with a heart that pushed too hard
you made your choice as one of the chosen
you lying there with your wings burnt off
I wish I could kiss you and make it all better
I didn't mean to contribute to your demise
will I always serve your life sentence?
I miss seeing you in the mourning
I am still finding your sand in my pockets