Powerful installation: “We Deserve Life: Honoring Our Martyrs” showcases in Toronto this week to memorialize over 10,000 Palestinians killed by Israel.

What lines between what
bore me and what I became

I am of someone blood
-line and unbound

To Sanaa;
to everyone you’ve generously shared with;
to visitors following the stories in A little food is a feast;

I enter, as always, into language. The gallery window opens onto Dundas and Chinatown. Rain and sun, from an indecisive mid-October morning, take turns stumbling into the panes. Behind the glass, SCOBY skins stretched thin evoke flags, curtains, laundry suspended on wooden frames. Joy shows me ceramic urns and glass jars on a blank shelf, their purpose still undetermined.

Things take time, and time takes things.