Our Spilled Blood Sprouts Flowers

End piece of Installation. Imagery from ancestral pacific northwest masks and totems. My wolf spirit appears on right edge of the canvas, the blood from its mouth flows into my birth blood that trickles through the hilltop of fig trees in Givat HaHish, Israel. The turquoise flames of the wolf consume the hill. Abuse and public humiliation may have burned away our sanity at times, but never our hope. Our blood mixes with the ashes, sprouting blessings of safety and respite from harm.