Thursday, January 23, 2014

I am here with her, yet this chill is meant for me alone

"I am here with her, yet this chill is meant for me alone.
I hold my breath until she lulls herself back to sleep. Faint shadows start dancing on the wall. I read the shapes, trying to invent someone, a listener. 
You. 
I whisper, Come in... Call me insane, who cares? Who the hell cares if you refuse to trust me, if you insist on clinging to your kind of reality, which is as dull as it is solid... Mine, I insist, is not a dream. 
But even if it is... Even so, it is true! How can you deny it? Here is my story. I am opening it up to you. 
I can see why at first glance what you see here—these letters which I jotted here, on these papyrus rolls—may seem scattered, even scary. I understand why you step back from my door, why you look over your shoulder to find the guard... 
Come in! Will you? Will you read these scribblings? Can you see my sword, which I have drawn here, look! Can you see it the way I do, lifting out of the ink and into the air, turning magically over, around and around, right here in the center of the space? 
If you can, then—by the flash of it—I shall take you along, to leap with me into the surface of the steely thing. Down into its depths. Into my reflection."

My clay sculpture, untitled

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2 comments:

  1. This sculpture of your father reminds me of Johann Gregor van der Schardt, Self Portrait, 1573, currently on line in the Reichmuseum Masterpiece Visual Catalog, though unfortunately near the bottom of 117 images scroll. But very much worth a view.

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    1. Oh thai you Stanley! Now I understand the image you sent me :)

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