fuck necromancy but i’ll be damned if my words can’t summon us to remember our dead
, 2020
17 x 22 x 0.3 in (h x w x d)
digital illustration of a poem
unavailable
private collection - not for sale
"...stories from the crossroads/intersections/spirals of space and time to manifest worlds through words. Urgently driven by communing with ancestors, they make art through excavation. As a descendent of transmuted/erased/colonized histories, Rosegrant stares at the blood and bones of memory; of their/our history; of how we have come to see ourselves and each other in order to imagine futures centered in vulnerability, community, and a radical tethering to time (where we have been and where we can be)." - Michael A. Rosegrant