[IV]
As for the light,
the light will not help you,
lyric it may be,
on the old wall,
in the nook where
the dust-clouds gather
(moutons the French call them‑
“little sheep”), the hissing
of these sad ciphers
at the end of “mist”
at the end of “dust”
will not help you either, Read more →
Feb 28
2019Contemporary Visual Art, Ekphrasis, Lotte Gertz, The Still Life, Writing for Other Artists
‘and the world is a white laundry,
where we are boiled and wrung
and dried and ironed,
and smoothed down’(1)
Inger Christensen
When I visit Lotte in her studio, and I look at one of her paintings, I see legs. These L-shapes have been made from cut-wood shapes smeared with ink, pressed against the calico to leave a mark (a sort of wood-cut, a sort of mono-printing). And all I can see is legs. But that seems like a heavy cumbersome word—“legs”—too cumbersome—and I keep the word to myself, until the artist says it—legs. Read more →
