Back to the swamp
(I live in these visions)
8 feet by 6 feet

With a few photos and video from my first time in the cypress swamps 🐊 The glowing dots are alligators’ eyes. One gator watching me from the above. Six gators visible watching me from the water in the photo up left (and there were more all around).

<- Sound on to this one, and listen close :)

No personal feeling is without context

Black autonomy carved through the antebellum South in self-sufficient swamp settlements, created as we ran away

Still running still running still running, and still jaws snapping all around
But the sounds of the swamp are a lullaby.
I sink, and still I am free

Below are a few excerpts from Solomon Northup’s life narrative. A real person among tens of thousands who navigated the swamps discovering new frontiers of life, death, and rebirth.

And a note on how many of us have found refuge in the swamps. Onward

Everyone is still there. Go hear their whispers