1. il-ġebla

english translation: the rock

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2022
the golden days

& the living is easy

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hands hard at work, hands flowing like the waves

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meditating megaliths

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castles in the sky

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incisions & remains

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a man-made crevice slicing through time

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geological time is written in the rocks

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a geological playscape

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dust settles upon a lunar landscape

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glittering seas

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2021
looking for patterns in a scattered landscape

weaving new narratives from the disparate fragments left behind... it was the age of uncertainty, things changed slowly then all at once. we could all sense a new era on the horizon; so we distracted ourselves with the task of picking up the pieces, jumbling them up, & trying to form new patterns.

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how to befriend a rock

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like floating white clouds on the horizon

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sirens who grew legs & climbed ashore

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we are made of the same limestone we lie on & the sea we swim in, their particles forever infused within our bodies

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the island which shapes us, such that we follow the same curves

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wrapped in dappled sunlight as we lay beneath the olive tree branches

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boulders eroded slowly by the incessant soft kisses of the sea

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ta’ rita

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landscapes of infrastructure

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2020
living in rocks by the sea

that summer the pandemic hit, we were like creatures crawling out of our homes to claim our own slice of seaside & sunshine

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carved by water nymphs

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as summer draws to a close, the coastal realm slowly becomes an uninhabited shell as we retreat to the island’s centre, leaving a string of traces behind

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appendages of the coastline / human deposits

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the architecture of inhabitation

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the new doric

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is-simenta: what if islands just floated on the sea like rafts?

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kappella fuq kemmuna

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lunar landscapes

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coastal extractions

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fairy pools to bathe in

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grottli telgħin mal-blat

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dwellings, like seashells, cling onto the rocks & allows us to curl up in them

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earth moulded by sea & sky

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olive-picking & spiru

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flower bed

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the inhabited pathway

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2019
more stories from a limestone isle

reading the tales embodied within the rocks

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ode to the sister island

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2018
upon returning to the rock

i experienced a newfound sense of what it means to come home. suddenly, the landscape i previously believed to be dull & uninspiring was emerging as an exciting & novel form, begging to be discovered. the rocks looked different now. their colour no longer appeared homogenous but lured me in, tempting me to wrap myself in their honey-coloured hues.