“Not Twins, But Sisters”
I finished this diptych a month ago, which feels like 6 months ago.
Porcelain, stain, and copper.
I’m still reaching for how multiplicity can create both a crowd and an entity within our perception. I’m also continuing my interest in polarity, and charting the spectrum between two poles, with the work I’m currently creating in paper.
I wrote a few poems about this work (a habit I’m pursuing more often lately), which will follow the work in this post.
Details
I get caught in the details.
In the quick flick of a crooked smile.
In the smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes.
In the eyes that darken over the course of a tense moment.
In a gaze held too long.
Both mine and theirs.
I am caught.
Within the shift from warmth to curdled.
Middle (exerpt)
I remember two sets of knees, kid fuzzy
Jammed against each other, jostling
And how the jug of water between my feet,
Was somehow warmer than my skin.
I remember my sister’s giggle as she snuck snacks
Ger fresh oversized front teeth gripping her bottom lip
Trying to muffle her own glee
As my dad drove my mom’s dad’s pickup, shifting jerkily.
My sister and me, in flip down side seats,
Knees to knees
Swaying sideways, in harmony
Our movements tethered to my dad’s feet.
(these images yearn for a computer equipped with photoshop and some RAM)