Walking on Water Installation 2009. The figures stands  still like the stagnant soft ripples that eventually receded in the distance leaving behind the dirty waterline stains of the  previous conditions that will never be the same. The tears dried up leaving only spots of polluted hopes that would one day be washed into a faded trauma.   Only GOD knows which way this will go. Praying is the first thing that comes to mind when you know someone is dying in the stuffy attic where they pulls ropes through the ax chopped roof. The hand holds the rescue responder yells with love." Don't let go. Don't let go!" The chopper winds whip her face and that is when she knows thy will be showned GOD's grace. The questions still linger though. Where do I go.. my precious memories will they float? New Orleans is the only home I know. I know.. I cant give up hope. I guess it's like  we are Walking on Water No boat.