Darkest Night//Bluest Black takes place in deep night, in a prolonged state of wakefulness, in years of insomnia. This scene, at 14’ x 12’, surrounds the viewer in the push and pull of foreground and background, in the present and in the past. Deep night for me is the space of illusion, the tight rope between terror and wonder, of memory and dream. This scene concerns a real memory, of lights in the distance becoming a strange other, of lights revealing themselves as fireflies. This scene is perpetually caught in the moment of seeing, of seeking, of illumination.
Darkest night/ bluest black/ a bird sings in D minor /as darkness sinks into the red heart/ wrapped up in a blanket of blue stars/beholden only to the thin light of morning
Glazed Earthenware Clouds, Ladder, Stars, and Moon, Painted Night
12’ x 14’ x 12”
2022
Uncertain light against a
blue-black weaving of sky and ground
I stand frozen
Caught
Between real and unreal, my love turned strange and unfamiliar
As fireflies reveal themselves as stars,
as Christmas lights
As glittering eyes blinking open and closed
Fading and emerging
Something like a hand reaching out,
Catching light on its fingertips
Its palm stretched out for the promise of a return
The slip of hands passing in the night
