Passage Upon the Plume 

2011, silent, 6.45mins

“Those who go thither, they return not again.”

Plumes dust the arid land, east to west, shapeshifting
as they lift in ascension. Something lowers. An ark
ran aground where revolution took root: ropes raise
stones in baskets. Hearts heavier and lighter than the
feather, permitted passage. Tethered or freed, resting
from life or dawning anew.
(Charity Coleman)