Emptiness

In motion, about to sing, the viewer walks and walks as if hunting for childhood and death to imbue the foggy air in upswelling umbers. Her wished-for gift has slid into the emptiness, low, or in the corner, the space surrounding her movements. Driven to remain while she knows the artist, mesmerizer, touches chance, none of it makes sense. From slow gel, what emerges? Not a forest. Not pretend or metaphoric births. Sureness of self, in this breathing state. Encounter, burning to ash in the emptiness around airborne parrots, a juxtaposition of fragile secrets about what lies beyond.