THIS is how the BEAST enters the EARTH
THIS is how the BEAST enters the EARTH. Soft as morning light, liquid as our dreaming eyes. Subcutaneous, hunchbacked and beautiful, tunneling through our longing, burrowing beneath the EARTH. Our tongues as transmitters. Memory as shovels.
Without maps we use Dead Reckoning. We devise a process that is haphazard and chaotic. Shambala in shambles. What started as an attempt to map the multi-dimensional unfolding of life has given way to ... a process of unmapping. Let's get lost. Let's picnic in the tombs. Let's strip the wires from the firmaments and play in the dark. Stars swim through our blood.
Without maps we use Dead Reckoning. We devise a process that is haphazard and chaotic. Shambala in shambles. What started as an attempt to map the multi-dimensional unfolding of life has given way to ... a process of unmapping. Let's get lost. Let's picnic in the tombs. Let's strip the wires from the firmaments and play in the dark. Stars swim through our blood.
Gallery view
installation view on opening day.
THIS is how the BEAST enters the EARTH #3
Mixed media on canvas.
48 x 48 inches
THIS is how the NIGHT remembers its NAME
mixed media on masonite
48 x 48 inches
THIS is how the BEAST enters the EARTH #2
Mixed media on loose canvas
