INTERPLAY (i) For Flow – to read aloud D istance between between between between between between vibrating beating tissues our constellation long and taut across impossible spinning measures. Cotton-mouthed thick-grey turning pink red gold I lean dangerous give myself to the plane drink your heat through pursed lips fingertip tongue buds toe fine lines between teeth drawing you in pushing myself out. …
Long before the birth of time, a clear crystal ball carrying the seed of the Rose, was propelling/spinning through cosmos. Dropping the seed, wherever it needed to be, the Rose was born into this life in a desert. There, her stem sprouted from a source stemming from deep underground. Traveling from deep within the Earth, the Rose had to traverse several layers of mud and consciousness in order to break…
I grow with the moon. I grew under the moon. I have grown besides the moon. I did grow in the moon. I have always, and never, and still to this moment and beyond been part of the moon and she a part of me. I reign over her and with her, but I am alone. I embody, control, work with, but most importantly I am femininity. I am fertility….
The Mouse inhabits the attention to detail and the cracks of History. You’ll find it dancing on the tabletops or far down an unknown rabbit hole with a visitors curiosity. It follows the host with questions to scrutinise and map out the depths of the inner tunnels. To see the big picture The Mouse looks for the insignificant. For the insignificant can hold enormous importance and knowledge we only understand…
