Cig Harvey, Wisteria, archival pigment print, 40 x 30 in., 2020.
My work is an urgent call to live. A primal roar telling me not to waste a second, to be here now.
Look at this. Experience this. Feel this.
Time is the only currency. The garden is a time bomb.
Remember: there is no going back, and tomorrow will not be the same.
Everything changes. In the time it took to write this sentence, somebody died, somebody was born, a language disappeared, a forest burn began, an insect was crushed, an idea inched forward.
When I am dying, I want to think of the bounty of an orchard, a tree laden with one thousand apples, rosso corsa, and bees abounding.