Contemporary

Preface (Forward):
erosion, glass, old journals

Sleeping ghosts in town, tell me what it is like to melt into daylight, to blend in as effortlessly as the past. Is it transparent and sheer, like affection, melancholy, fear? You are momentarily forgotten. Do not worry, people tend to do that sometimes.

Memorial (Lumieres):
forty-eight blue light bulbs, black and white photograph

A man wanders into thrift shops and flea markets, searching for old, misplaced photographs of faraway people. How lonely and distant they seem to be, look, you can see it in their eyes, those half moon smiles, wan and wistful. Bare light bulbs cast a ghostly blue glow. A faraway girl is adorned with wire, a shifted and faded memory obscured with smoky whispers. He calls her Sylvie.

Will we merely disappear into old family albums and musky attics? After all, our bones are collecting dust already. Have you noticed? Slow down, wait, look. The sun is still shining.

Time (Intent):
commercial light fixtures, incandescent lamps

Someday, it will be illegible. All of this, I cling on to with indifference, a sigh. There is a sadness that is inexplicably alright, how quickly everything fades into normality. Friends slip off my fingers like tally marks. Clack clack clack. You forgot already?

I am selfish, elusive, cruelly indecisive, I know you want to tell me this. Difficult, reluctant, a tease. Tell me it is not true. I am a passing interest, tell me it is not true. Slow down, wait, look. It takes time. We are not meant to be secrets, I am secretly afraid of you. Sometimes I run away. There is a bruise blossoming on my knee: this is a distraction. You will grow tired of me soon. What I really meant to say—

On the blank canvas wall, pale white neon lights declare with you i breathe as blinking light bulbs whisper intent: they are due to fissure and burn out like a comet.

Slow down, wait, look. The sun is still shining.

// Inspired by:
“Sylvie” & “INTENT”
(As seen in The Museum of Fine Arts Contemporary Art exhibition)