Excerpt from Janis’ dialogue with her artwork:
J:You are stretching around trying to look to the left but your pomegranate head is turned to the right. Reaching right towards the flower blossoms. Do you have anything to say to me?
Alien: I have come from another place. Collected in part from California, my dress from Albuquerque and my legs and arms from a thrift shop in Nelson. I’m a put together creature like you. And I am exhausted. Reconstructed to inform you. Look out the window.
J: I look out and see a thick cloud topping the mountain and the sun trying to shine through the thick cloud. Dormant trees loaded with buds holding back waiting for the warmer weather in order to bloom. The forsythia bush already with small yellow dots, bright against the darker branches. The ever green hanging downward claiming the corner of the window.