cal mackinnon and nicole crosswell - Images and excerpt of text to be projected onto a Hankie

Paper sailing (excerpt)

…I sometimes dreamt of you , sometimes thought I could hear your voice
on the wind calling my name
but it was my own voice and I woke choking on my own dry bones
I would send out a message, reach out my hand to you
but all that came back to me was dry grass and fire
I sailed using the stars as my guides and the trees as my sisters
I sailed until the river dried up and became a fortifying underground
spring
and I stepped from my boat of paper memories…