Catherine Clifton: We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we’ve entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we’ve hidden in – like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. -The English Patient
What mysterious adventures have you gone on? What tastes have you swallowed?
Today I’d like to share my photomontage Wooing the Wind. You can find the rest of the series here.