This work is an early experiment exploring how knowledge passes between generations through
song and oral history. At its centre is a folksong about a crow, something my grandmother sang
to me as a child in a language I don’t speak and never learned, yet somehow inherited parts of
anyway.
The song is still in me.
It is a visual poetry narrative of eight phrases and eight drawings, built through layering and
repetition, trying to hold something that was only ever meant to be passed on.