Frank Prem
. . . and at home we sayif it’s yellowlet it mellowif it’s brownflush it on down . . .~Two natural disasters, each on a massive scale, a decade and a half apart.One is the slow withering that desiccates the soul by increments, the other a raging series of fires burning half a continent in a mad rush of smoke and flame and wind.Two un-natural disasters, aided and abetted by the relentless destruction of the land we live in and love.Frank Prem documents a lived experience of these events, parched through drought and singed by fire.~last nightwas filled with smokeI knowI am coughing it upthis morning
