When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: The air-head tugged me up, tore my roots loose and drove high, so high I want to touch down now and taste the ground I want to take in my silk and ask where I am before it is too late to know. –A. R. Ammons, “When I Was Young The Silk” from The North Carolina Poems edited by Alex Albright, (N.C. Wesleyan College Press, 1994).
fenêtre, rouge, rideau, ligne, lumière
Bruce Munro Lights12, light art, installation