Pat Feeney Murrell “Remains VIII” flax handmade body paper wrapping, bamboo, on wood, $2,500.00

“Remains VIII”, flax handmade paper body wrapping, bamboo, on wood, 27″h x 27″w x 41″d (w/base), $2,500.00
Here am I at the edge of everything and nothing.  I no longer have thoughts, just feelings.  I have lost my head and much of my mind has gone with it.  My body is sinking into the last ledge  of earth on the edge of the world.  I am about to peel off my skin.  All seems lost yet my senses tell me the air is still in my breath.  How did this happen, how did everything become “virtual”.  The digital world has been corrupted, invaded, and shredded into little pieces of noodles.  I do not think it is the pandemic for I have my vaccination card.  Yet all I hear are sounds of loss and trickery.  Maybe it has always been like this, coming and going in cycles.  I am old and I remember having seen such happenings before, but I thought that this time there was light in the distance.  On The World’s Edge there is no light and I have turned dark, black as night.  Where did the light go?  It used to warm us up with thoughts of beach days and sun much south of here.  Now even the weather pours water everywhere.  We don’t need hurricanes, we have enough dribble from above, from right here on the ledge edge where the rivers run.  What have  we come to with all this loss of light and humanity.  BUT, I STILL BELIEVE EVEN HERE THAT THE WORLD WILL COME BACK – NO MORE LEDGE, MY SKIN REMAINS AND SOON MY HEAD WILL RISE. MAYBE.