Behind me are miles of yawning, dry desert —the hot, non-polar sort, where the fauna is as tough as the flora. The harsh, dangerous trek across the scorching desert could’ve been deadly — coping with extreme day time temperatures soaring over a blistering hundred degrees and surviving the freezing cold of the night.
Ending up in a place I didn’t know this most unforgiving terrain could have easily become my graveyard.
Dying from exposure to the elements isn’t a clean death, it can be brutally elongated… Your body shuts down slowly, over the course of days or maybe hours – a painful, horrific way to die.
But I survived.
After marching weeks across the sands, dehydrated, only barely pulling through – I found a space called oasis.
on black wood board
33″ × 45″
.84 m x 1.14 m