In bottles, Painting and Text, Acrylic on paper - (kept in liquid, contained, like ship sails in bottles.), 2021
Always in a group.
I’m in a group.
It stops shortly.
It didn’t stop.
I did
I’m in a group.
It stops shortly.
It didn’t stop.
I did
I see the rest of my group still moving. Shaking. And then one by one, so quick I almost don’t see, they completely disappear.
I am alone.
I am alone.
We flow through the air before we hit the surface.
Still we move in groups, all falling together around big flexible structures.
They seem never ending as they begin to tower over us, while we move to the bottom.
The lid closes and the light is limited to what shines through the glass, it starts to shake.
The group disappears.
Then, the bottom was out of sight, now I am always aware of the incoming edge.
The group disappears.
I am on my own as I feel myself being thrown from one side to the other.
It is not very far, not compared to the depth of the liquid when we first arrived. Then, the bottom was out of sight, now I am always aware of the incoming edge.
I look around. I am stuck. In between the edges of one of the big structures.
Stuck to something. It is soft and sticky, stuck to me, stuck to the structure.
As I sit, stick, I feel everything change. I don’t know how long it takes.
Some say that time moves slow when you have nothing to do,
here it moves quickly.
It is not fast paced, yet there are so few things of note, that the time in between disappears entirely from reality.
Memory.
The space of sound I know live in. Rhythm- deep. A banging deep that rarely disappears.
Memory.
My only root in reality is sound.
The space of sound I know live in. Rhythm- deep. A banging deep that rarely disappears.
Sometimes I love it
A heartbeat for my setting.
Mostly I hate it
Everything changes. Bit by bit.
First the colour.
Wider.
Where I am, towards the bottom, it’s a little tighter.
I could feel the light move along the edge
through it,I could feel the light move along the edge
into the liquid,
down.
Everything is combining into the liquid. It has colour now, colour it didn’t have before.
I cannot help but to see myself reflected in it.
Not as I would in a mirror. I see only my colour shape the liquid.
They disappeared and slowly their colour returned to me. Returned to the liquid.
.
Wider.
Where I am, towards the bottom, it’s a little tighter.
I could feel the light move along the edge, through it, into the liquid, down.
They disappeared and slowly their colour returned to me. Returned to the liquid. There is another colour, darker colour.
Everything grows darker. The space feels darker.
Before, I could still see the roundness of the glass.
How it moved in and out, a smooth curve all the way around.
How the middle was wide.
There is another colour, darker colour
Everything changes. Bit by bit.
First the colour. Everything grows darker. The space feels darker. Before, I could still see the roundness of the glass.
How it moved in and out, a smooth curve all the way around. How the middle was wide.
Everything is combining into the liquid. It has colour now, colour it didn’t have before.
I cannot help but to see myself reflected in it. Not as I would in a mirror. I see only my colour shape the liquid.
Now it’s harder.
Now it’s harder.
Now it’s harder.
The structure is lighter.
Again the glass is full and I am still stuck.
Again the glass is full and I am still stuck.
I see many sides.
Again the glass is full and I am still stuck.
Again the glass is full and I am still stuck.
The structure of the thing I am stuck to is stuck on. The light shines through it more. I can see the other side.
It smells
I am stuck between two but looking through, they seem infinite.
Here they bend along the length, at the bottom they bend along it, around each other.
At the very edge of the glas they touch.
Here the full thing bends.
Here they bend along the length, at the bottom they bend along it, around each other.
At the very edge of the glas they touch.
Here the full thing bends.
Not much.
It is pressed against the glas, fighting a lost fight to get out. A fight I do not understand-
Slowly over the time the liquid lessens. It is still here, but I can see the top opening up, slowly becoming visible.
I am stuck here as the top again fills. With something clear. Something red.
It smells.Slowly over the time the liquid lessens. It is still here, but I can see the top opening up, slowly becoming visible.
I am stuck here as the top again fills. With something clear. Something red.
A smell I don’t know, something so very harsh, and something pleasant. Flowery.
It smells
Stuck in the glass, in the liquid, with the heartbeat- the noise, the colour and the smell