STEPHEN WILLIAMS
"...a melting, born to wall off the crystallized sun."
September 10 - October 16, 2021
The borders of this place are marked by fluttering dimly lit gestures (glimmer, sparkle, burn) “Now, here is a twilight , the wind formed crystalized sun.”, 2020
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“In my dreams of dark mountains and underground ice, the sun chooses only one flower (the glistenings of firelight, the soft crackle of dying stars), 2021
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“Fast moving clouds, bursts of endless light, pull day down into night.” ...and now, I see the soft shadows of water formed stars (traces of the sun) ...and then, I remember a clear shadow of your hand (evidence of the moon), 2021
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...and now, these trees melt into the pale summer sky, an underground river. “We are fragile skins, moved by soft breezes or the pull of the earth.”, 2020
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“The desert. a desert.” Here the soft movement of the sun and wind dissolves us, leaving only bleached bones and pearls formed between the lonely heard voices of rain., 2021
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There in the dry place, burned by the memory of starlight, I feel this wind on her skin. “Here, touched by the faded sun, I am the world.”, 2020
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Mists rolling over underground flames (the warmth of rock forming rain) “Here, I feel the weight of small fires, hear the scream of heaven send birds.”, 2020
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Untitled, 2021
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This is the cave at twilight (an eclipse of the night memories) That is the windblown forest. “Here, our fire shadows become the sun, narrowed ends of bone.”, 2020
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“I think I remember.” The dawn, a low rustling that surrounds me, turns the pale body into desert. This edge of light, the first soƚening fire, grows into, out of, and over the whole glistening world., 2021
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Untitled, 2021
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a flower falls into an invisible sun. a ghost mountain grows into the warmth of the earth. “This is our gift, an empty space for the obvious thing, filled with the violence of weight.”, 2020
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