1. An iron smelting pour, inspired by a lovely painting in Jacob Lawrence's uber-relevant migration series on view now at the Phillips (on the 20th century mass migration of blacks to northern cities).
2. A "substanceless blue/pour of tor and distances" (Plath, "Ariel").
3. A soul pour.
4. And the hope bird, insofar as perhaps the egress in the music video of the Dickinson poem-song was not quite right. (With debt also to Madeleine L'Engle's description of a cherubim in A Wind in the Door.)
I think if I ever write a blog or something about the art thing, instead of just throwing stuff up here, it should be called "Sh, We're Having a Conversation." Because that's what's going on here, across media, referents, places.
5. Except of course when we're having an orgasm. (I can't imagine why I make art under one name and do relatively respectable things under another.)
6. Also: fuck you, dirt road.
We now return with some difficulty to our regularly scheduled planet.
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