Quiet Until Something Falls
Erickson Gallery , 2017
A collaborative installation with Maggie Heath
Tumored chairs sit down
for tables wrapped and waiting.
Gravity helps by cusping.
A wall of fans is fanning.
Partitions surround, partitioning.
Quiet until something falls.
The loudness echoing, revealing.
The humming diligence
in the bed scene, with no bed,
casts webs and tells them to dance
for piles of eggs.
Sheer and shear;
It’s a fear show.
Spheres test patience
and conscience.
Domesticating and gesticulating.
Stretched thin, built rigid
and absurdly demonstrating,
the uncanny consequences of
Alienating.
-Emily Wobb
Taking down walls and discussing
all the times we were scared of the dark.
Taking down walls and discussing
all the times we couldn’t stand the light.
Taking down walls and discussing
all the times we were scared for our bodies.
Taking down walls and discussing
all the times we cared for someone else’s.
Taking down walls and discussing
all the times we were scared of questions.
Taking down walls and discussing
all the times we didn’t have a justification.
Taking down walls and discussing
all the times we were scared to be wrong.
Taking down walls and discussing
all the times we attempted to atone.
Taking down walls and never actually saying we were scared, but kind of flirting around the thought. Telling the story matter of factly. What our feelings were. How our bodies reacted.
-Maggie Heath
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