Nie Mam,,,,,,, Przepraszam. 

I don’t have anything,,,,,,,,, I’m sorry. 

Where my feet land connects me to my simplicity. Dirt acts as a physical timekeeper of how experiences stain us. To be stained is to be alive, to be messy is to surrender. As Aaliyah and Ally are surrendering into the dirt they are surrendering into each other. The dirt ensures proof of existence and liveness. Every action they make marks, accumulates, and remains on Aaliyah and Ally’s skin. There is something lamentable in how unforgiving the life and world they are experiencing is. The beauty and agony that exists within this turbulent consequence of being alive. A miracle and a repercussion all at the same time. Calling on my mother, and her mother, and hers.