Excerpt from my video-installation.
Final exhibition of the workshop with Joan Jonas, during a residency at Fundacion Botin, Santander, Spain
Catalog: www.fundacionbotin.org/89dguu...
Waxy stalactites
drip and thicken, tears
the earthen womb
exudes from its dead boredom
(Sylvia Plath)
The path is leading to the entrance of a warm cave, old beyond counting, a watery matrix softening stones, stalactites echoing crystals of ecstatic fertility, distilled drops encapsulating the cosmos. Drips drips drips over geologic times. Slugs carrying the ephemeral magic, the invisible spiral of life. Shamans knocking down with horsefeathers. Downward to the porous earth of desire.
22 июн 2021
