“Outside of The Box and Other Considerations”

Limerence Reverie Act III

There Might be No Place and Space for you.

A Cast out by choice or by force.

Acephalic images. Refusal of imposed form.

A Refusal of stigma or of stigmatization.

Is There any protection here of matrilineage, of what must remain unseen?

At the edge of things, borders and lines.

Objects and architecture draws its boundaries, but I lean into them and out of them.

Some Limits appear, but so does vulnerability.

These spaces: impenetrable, sealed, set apart.

I enter forcefully because I need to find my place.

There are gestures of destruction and deconstruction

Some forms crumple, some surfaces give in,

This flesh and bones presence interrupts the certainty of structure. Or a kind of structural system.

I exist in that ambivalence

misunderstood, misread, merging with object, dissolving into it.

To be cast out is to loose stability

but also to loose containment.

Outside the box, there is no fixed position.

Only radical possibility. Almost Limitless but isolated.

Will sadness overcome? Or does sadness come effortlessly?

Am I arching/ aching too much? Forcefully?

The demise of structures are being watched first hand.

Structures and architectonic objects crumpling.

Can’t find a way to fit in.

Inside any box.

4 by 5 kodak Portra, Mordançage ( overcooked abstractions)

diluted images of nudes, Lumens, Phytograms.