After my work that investigates our obsession of wanting to control everything I wondered what would happen, if I finally started to relax and just watch what happens to me. I would see how my body reaches for the ground incessantly wanting to merge with everything.
Gouache and pencil on paper, 12 x 16″
Reaching Towards Dissolution, detail 2010
Oil on linen canvas, 4 x 6ft,
I AM A SPROUT. a poem I wrote inspired by this painting.
I am a sprout.
Sprouting is my daily job,
Shooting upwards to pierce the open virginal sky.
My underside however likes to investigate various hidden smells and textures.
It likes to reach downwards to where its moist and warm and undefined,
to where all shapes and colors surrender,
surrender to the gravitational pull of harmony.
The wind is caressing my rosy nipples and the heavens are reflecting,
reflecting all their accumulated information in turn onto my white skin.
Youth’s job is to move upward.
Old age’s is to move down- and inward towards its own reflection.
I do both.
Spending time in consideration of upwardness, might feel less threatening to some of us,
less worrisome than imagining the various subliminal possibilities of invasion.
Fear of adulteration seems very real!
No matter, my fingers will keep digging.