ANGELS IN MOURNING

Now I find myself seeking playfulness with my own cruelty, for you see, acts of blasphemy can be good for catching the attention of sad angels. They are playful little beings, truly, and one must tease them sometimes (they are coy, and very into it, as well as coy, they are also generous to those who are willing to wrestle). I push and grapple with each little part: the fabrics, the lines, and recycled things—these are combines sown with string and light.

I practice sympathy by collecting materials which embody this light and airy ambiance, their humility elevating itself in anagoge to the realms above deflating in the decreasing pressure. In this suspend disbelief, I wish to hold you like sorrow in passage and decay.

Here, painting can be word or video. In this process, the painting becomes a surrogate for the subject in the process of dissolution. I find a new ethos of stillness and care. It is the pause necessary to hear the angels weep and it is important to listen (they may be weeping for ant you).

Here is a place disentangled form itself, a body in dissociation, where gravity can no longer be woven, where one can be playful and serious at the same time.