Construction and Destruction (after Cocoon Piece)
Construction and Destruction–
My process explores the distance between the two.
Between my body and materials,
Meaning, tethered by the fragility of a stitch,
The disruptive yawn of a bend
And the sacred silence in a mend.
Each cradling the essence of our
trepid emotional landscapes.
I make to the standardized measurements of:
My hands, my neck, my feet, my torso,
My dreams, my memories,
My memories’ memories,
and so on…
To the architecture that we bend around,
by, and though, until our knees buckle
Like the shallow articulations they are.
It is a bend as natural as
the turn of the head
or the curve of a back
A bend we’ve known for generations
A nameless bend.
My body, my body!
Collapsed by closeness.
Directness and Reciprocity
Combined is the compass
That reveals where to go—
In that moment
And how to go.
Through the fluid forest of
physical and digital entanglement,
I look to these materials to look to
my own consumed body.
Wallowing in the hierarchy
Placed between human and
Material object.
Hardness into softness,
I sink my nails deeply
into the fleshy contours of
Strength and Vulnerability,
Organic and Industrial,
Heard and Unheard,
Coaxed by the traces of impact
Partially exposed
Never concrete.