In one week we became a stratum – look for us in the geological time scale. A layer of lichen and neon string, old bay, coffee grounds, kind-eyes, campfire smoke, gratitude, misplaced clay chunks, corncobs and india ink.
My hands are shredded from the granite and I leave the island with sand-filled cuts, my hope is that it will all heal inside of me.
Always trying to be more like a rock.
Alayna Rasile-Digrindakis is a textile artist and an instigator of togetherness. She works with natural materials, plant dyes, chance operations and radio transmitters. She’ll never pass up a swimming hole and is really just looking to keep her hands busy while hanging ‘round the campfire.