"In ours, with their brief, aggressive, electric syllables, resembling the flash given off by a knife when it strikes a hard opaque body, we condense all our appetites, all our hatred and enthusiasms, all the longings that rage unexpressed in the depth of our being" (74, Paz)
5th project.
I'll be going out of order.
The flash of a knife reminded me of the brilliant spark of a rock hitting another rock. It is momentarily too bright that it darkens everything out of sight. These red hands, covered in the same black color that it comes from and struggles to show, threatens to cut a hole in the system that covers the heart- the system that captures the heart in a metal contraption only shown through the glass that contains it within. It has triangle warning signs to show that this heart cannot be revealed in the system. It is too dangerous to handle.
That is why the heart and struggle hides behind a beautiful flower tapestry. People from the outside wonder why would anyone ever want to protrude their red hands covered in black, ruining the beautiful look they have? But they don't understand that the hands are trying to show something deeper, deeper than the system already engraved under the beautiful flowery mask, way deeper into the soul of one who still stands strong.
It was fascinating how everyone in the group responded to this project, Naomi--what you say/write here only backs that up. When the things we make are potent and full of meaning, they reach others as well. Hope to see more with this intensity (and subtlety) of feeling...
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