Boneyard Beach

I struggle with the ocean current and the wind. I wrap myself in natural, biodegradable, remarkably soothing fibers that visually (not to the touch, only sight) mimic the extraordinarily devastated tree fibers. My body struggles, yearns, and aches with the trees. The textile becomes a bridge between my vulnerable human physical form and the vulnerable tree body-both being devoured by an ocean ripe with the Anthropocene. Additionally, through my dance, I am frenetically taunting the tourists—ranging to about four million per year—all with their smartphones, taking selfies among the live oak trees, the marine forest that have been ravaged by the continual hurricanes. This series offers a glimpse of one scene from my extensive cinematic, autoethnographic imagery.