Wrapped in a sweeping coat of compost, Urban Tumulus is a process in existence.  Its mass is substantial and gives it a presence that wants embracing.  Drawn to the internal womb I find it welcoming and comforting.  Once inside it is safe and hard to leave but never the least bit claustrophobic.

It is birthed from the urban soil not fit for food with grasses reclaimed from the sidewalk… recycled and born again.  Even the ancient tradition of brick making was recycled and rediscovered.  Made in the heat of the summer, we baked ourselves with our bricks.

As fall has come, here in the present, it moves to its next phase of existence as a womb of the earth exposed and vulnerable to us, glowing with life.  I thank it for its lessons, presence and life.

-Jessica Marshall E.

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