SPOOKS
8 December 2015

We are women and we are dreaming of death.

In our dream, our bodies are sites of fear and emptiness.

Beauty is such that it contains its own destruction.

We anticipate decay and see it mirrored in our reflection.

Spooks are shards of the vulnerable subconscious,
our insecurities manifest in universal symbol.

the black cat
the crucifix

the weight of material.

Our visions also lead us to a purer state of consciousness.

Art, reaching beyond the deathly secrets.

The exhibition sits between material and immaterial.

It is a space for sacred healing, and we welcome you.

 

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I felt Him before
He could be seen
seemed merely a shadow
suspended in sea
while I splashed and revelled
in the glory of being
bezalel
chosen to craft.
but there my pride
grew swollen with salt
my hair was wild as kelp,
this grotesque curiosity
suddenly shivered for a shape!
yes, He loomed
harsher than the midnight moon
spied
from deep underwater.
he spat at my Art
and any Love in my heart
was dispersed
an unpleasant aroma,
and this angry Lord
whose name is jealous
swam me to a crevice
of yeast and weed,
there I watched him take his feed
days old!
yes, my watery presence
became his present, immobilised
in oxygen-less days
and Time
and bravery plundered
I struggled to escape
his fingers oily
chilling my nape
so relenting I cut out my kidneys
for Death
and humbly offered
my once-vital heart.

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as the seagull calls

in the blue dawn of day

my heart

echoes

loneliness

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who will usher

my spirit to body

now I am caught

in the seas of memory?

who will carry

my body to soul

now I am pummelled

ashore?

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l'Eterno Ritorno

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