What is it about old photographs or, as in this image, photocopies of my own hands—that almost undoes me? This old technology . . . these young hands.
Mater Box
Mixed media assemblage; a work in process……..as well as progress…
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“Outside/Open”
Pulling older box assemblages out of “storage” and re-considering what I was (possibly) thinking about when making them (and also putting them away because they didn’t feel finished). Last night I was reading Donald Kuspit’s mid-1980’s interview with Louise Bourgeois, jotting down excerpts that mean something different and more real to me now than when I read them years ago. For instance, LB: “I am attacked by so many images when I think that I do not think straight. I see images next to each other or overlapping each other—the whole thing is visual; I think visually.”
For Anne, 1963-2015
Untitled; MPW, 2020 (watercolor)
Apparition
Still you come to me sister
two or three times a week
in this blue water
as lifting my head I catch
the phantom blur of you
at the edge of the pool,
your body pitched forward,
waiting for the exact moment
I pass, alone as I am now
in this solitude,
my dull repetitive turning, arms mowing,
face down, face up, braced
for the briefest flick of something
like your fingertips
to graze my calf, right or left,
it doesn’t matter if you make for me
pleasure or pain, the imagined
feel of your nearness skirting my
numbness is enough,
wanting as I do what might be glimpsed
of you at the edge
where water meets
breath
(for Anne, 1963-2015)
Along The Cernovian Coast 