the medical body versus the lived body
to break
glass-like
movement of the heart
and...
coughing up
star-like star shaped
breast pain
These study cards were given to me as a gift, found initially in a thrift store in Oregon. My friend knew I would love them....
I did love them. But they sat on a shelf for almost ten years. On occasion, out of curiosity I would pull one, read it, and then place it right back into its container, not yet aware of its potential. Several months ago during a period of crisis and transition I again pulled a card, examined it, and, as a healing gesture, burned out the text that made no sense to me. I repeated this over and over, forming poems from the text that remained. Over the period of about a month I created over 50 elegies, each one a combination of three cards. They perform as little haikus, transforming a vocabulary of pathology, objectivity, and detachment into meditations on intimacy and desire.
The name of the paint, that provides the stage for their existence here, is stolen kiss.
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