THE CRY

If only we knew, boss, what the stones and rain and flowers say.

Maybe they call —call us—
and we don’t hear them. I mean, we shout, and they don’t hear us. When will the ears of
people open, boss? When shall we have our eyes open to see? When shall we open our
arms to embrace everything-stones, rain, flowers, and men?

(N.Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek)

The Cry is a printed mural installation composed of two lithographs juxtaposed vertically, and found packaging material, all wheat-pasted on the wall. The lithograph on top was printed by Lourdes Santandreu Planas at the Tamarind Institute. It is an image of flower clusters that I drew from observation considering the idea of transubstantiation in Kazantzakis work,
interpreting each floret as a crying animal. The lithograph at the bottom shows a bucket through which the spectator can make out a faded commercial logo.