Derrière la Miroir, 19

An aborted geometry. Coordinates build up, topple, and rise again. A blind, deaf universe (in actual fact the whole body -not the eyes only — is involved), one which at first seems impenetrable but yet in the end cracks and splits open. Gallery after gallery opens out, you press forward, and wisely too, for behind you everything has collapsed again. To breathe in, there is only the space you dig out as you go, escaping from suffocation into suffocation. You get glimpses of huge veins of quartz, salt, and hardened mud, uncovered by the thrusting shoulder and the groping hands. 




~ by iconoplastic on February 20, 2006.

One Response to “Derrière la Miroir, 19”

  1. So this is where you have been hiding.

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