“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” – T.S. Eliot
Spring is here; a time caught in limbo between death and re-birth that can seem impossibly barren while simultaneously offers hopes of rebirth. “Vernal Longing” includes work about this limbo, this in-between place, and to work that approaches it both optimistically and well as pessimistically.
Vernal Longing is not just about bucolic landscapes, but rather the more abstract idea of Spring as a season caught in a borderline space.