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VOTIVE BRONZE
A leaf, fragile and temporary, speaks in the hushed language of its nature. We are confounded by its structure, and wonder along which lay lines its arched veins grew. Feeling through the air for our tethers to this world, and along the kaleidoscopic blossom that is our body. My fingers graze this life outstretched, and they awake to ability, agency, to action.
For my moment, I choose Beauty. For beauty is truth, because for one instant it solves the ineffable, making it unmistakably whole, harmonious and profound.
Over which edifice of nature does my life hang? I look into the eyes of beings, the textures of plants, the corners of society, to see what orders our material languages. What momentum keeps this world together? What is the shape of our wisdom grown?
Breathing and beating and walking and worrying myself into the future.
My love falls only onto this border of becoming into which I am impaled.
Within the cacophony these works are what I can reach.
This is a choice of reverence to which we belong. To make ‘beauty in being’, a religion of making.
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