FIELD, lilac [We are scarecrows hanging on a line. We are bursting tires that fire through a still, dry air. We are farmers enroute to the fields that direct us through our unpaved trails. We are sizzling overhead cables; we are running milestones. Atop our flyover we are the oversized truck that has crashed into us, a gang of buffalos, and we lie stinking and dead, not buffalo, but corpse. We are sacks of fly ash scattered across this highway, interspersed with our broken, flailing bodies.] 2022, grass bioplastic, 2 lilac trees, turmeric, indigo dye, 48" x 108" x 48"