Moves in nature’s reclamation

AsmaraMaat swaggers and dances theatrically swaying her hips, playful spins in the sunbeams. Her laughter echoes off stained brick, filling the factory with sound again, but this time it is joy. Her body knows this place. Knows the beauty of making a way out of ruin. Broken glass glitters like jewels. Exposed beams stand like old guardians. She honors them all with her presence, her movement, her breath. Mother Nature is reclaiming her home, and AsmaraMaat is part of that return.

Asé

 – Vincent, Pangea’s Gardener