this work is in fabric and both go with this poem:
snuffling
truffling
pinky plaything
nude as a
new born vole
knowing you're naked
blind as a baby
wanting to stay
in the womb
of the hole
is there another
is there a mother
cleaning the litter
gathering crumbs from the floor?
or
did she die
giving birth?
will you fly
leave this earth
somewhere are there more ?
and so you tunnel on
alone
unaware,leaving home.
