This must be what the dreams of abandoned 1980s action figures look like.
At Amethyst Brook the question is how to get small enough, and into a small enough boat, to ride the current between the top of the world and the bottom.
5’ x3’ handmade flax paper with ink and acrylic
Installed with flame-less candles, scavenged deer bones, sage, and salt
"Oh This is the Creature that does not exist
They did not know that and, in any case,
its motion, its neck, even to the light of its still gaze,
they loved it” —Rainer Maria Rilke
from The Little Hill by Harry Behn
Jess Dixon in his flying automobile, circa 1940. Or: how I think I look while I’m writing.
Under the spell of moonlight, music, flowers or the cut and smell of good tweeds, I sometimes feel the divine urge for an hour, a day or maybe a week. Then it is gone and my interest returns to corn pone and mustard greens, or rubbing a paragraph with a soft cloth.
Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks on the Road, page 213. (via emilyhouk)