Tradewinds Series

“Tradewinds” Series Artist Statement

A breeze from leeward, a breath. Long
Fronds rustle. All is still, and green dreams
Are dreamt. The mariner stirs. Violent rain
Sluices down Pele’s haunts; perhaps
The goddess will dance tonight.

Nearly horizontal tall palms
Bend, lashed by her fury:
A sulfurous sea has risen.
He stirs, turns and waits for dawn:
A breeze from leeward, a breath.
All is still.

-Eve Alfillé