30 x 22 | charcoal, acrylic, and pastel on paper
There is a bush at the bottom of the stairway outside my apartment in Athens. It is the most ordinary bush. Why was Moses asked to take his shoes off before the burning bush? How would we walk and how would we change our relationship to this earth if we spent a day or a summer barefoot, letting our feet brush the grass, feeling the texture of rock and lichen, and asking to remember that underneath the mundane, the divine is hidden.