The Opening
Olympia
Tired, hungry, hot, I climbed the steep slope
to town, a sultry, watery place, crawling with insects
and birds.
In the semidarkness of the mountain,
small things loomed large: a donkey urinating on a palm;
a salt-and-saliva-stained boy riding on his mother’s back;
a shy roaming black Adam. I was walking on an edge.
The moments fused into one crystalline rock,
like ice in a champagne bucket. Time was plunging forward,
like dolphins scissoring open water or like me,
following Jenny’s flippers down to see the coral reef,
where the color of sand, sea and sky merged,
and it was as if that was all God wanted:
not a wife, a house or a position,
but a self, like a needle, pushing in a vein.
–henry cole
Contact ((how are you not myself)) time lapse from lady parts on Vimeo.
The opening reception was more than I could have imagined. I received very honest feedback and am very excited that people went through the entire exhibition and listened to each piece. Any fear that I had regarding accessibility was expunged by the variety of people all connecting to the concepts in the show.
Thank you for going there with me.
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It was amazing!
Comment by Matthew — November 1, 2007 #
that poem is so good forever and ever
Comment by Alisha — November 1, 2007 #