"It is a red day. My poetry has been roasted off my bones. It didn’t even make a loud sound."
I have sought to make a home
In places my soul would never live
It said here we will not survive
Leave and find a better home
But often i was stubborn
And too hopeful, naive
I stayed
I died a little
My soul lost its fire and i am lost
Amy Stein - Domesticated (2008)
Artist’s statement:
“Within these scenes I explore our paradoxical relationship with the wild and how our conflicting impulses continue to evolve and alter the behavior of both humans and animals. We at once seek connection with the mystery and freedom of the natural world, yet we continually strive to tame the wild around us and compulsively control the wild within our own nature. Within my work I examine the primal issues of comfort and fear, dependence and determination, submission and dominance that play out in the physical and psychological encounters between man and the natural world. Increasingly, these encounters take place within the artificial ecotones we have constructed that act as both passage and barrier between domestic space and the wild.”
(via stiffsex)
