Remember You Are Dust

This piece was inspired by an excerpt from a poem from 10th century Spain: 

"The people pray, each to his holy one,

And you turn to the Holy of Holies,

You recall the miracles of Red Sea and Jordan,

Inscribed as they are on every heart.

You praise the One who calms the sea’s roaring,

When the waves throw up their slime.

You will tell him: ‘Foul hearts are pure now!’

He will remind you of the merits of your holy forebears.

He will renew his wonders when you perform for him

Song and dance of Mahlim and Mushim.

He will return the souls to their bodies,

And the dry bones will live again."

  

Breath of Life

This is my piece "You Summoned Fire, I Burn" but inverted. I am my own worst enemy, often feeling like "toevah" or an abomination to myself. As a gay transgender man, I am always questioning why I was made this way, and why others see my existence as a "bad" thing. This piece is a representation of those feelings. 

Toevah

In this piece, I was hoping to channel that "inside looking out" feeling that comes with disassociation. 

When the Dust Settles

This piece was inspired by my desire to "put down roots" and to find somewhere that I truly belong.

Roots

I created this piece with my husband in an attempt to normalize LGBTQ+ love while being inspired by the Tanakh: "Go and call out in the ears of Jerusalem, saying: so said the Lord: I remember to you the lovingkindness of your youth, the love of your nuptials, your following Me in the desert, in a land not sown."

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Tea Laroux