Descendant
2022
volcanic sand, 8 LEDs, brass, volcanic sand, ash, quartz crystals 90×30×20 cm (35.4×13.7×7.8 in)
Descendant
2022
volcanic sand, 8 LEDs, brass, volcanic sand, ash, quartz crystals 90×30×20 cm (35.4×13.7×7.8 in)
Une ville finit par être une personne.
– Victor Hugo
Trudging alone through the heated city, backwards over concrete, dispelled, disheveled, dissolved and disarray. Sirens surround me. In a panic.
Spit out and pitted, like the olive I was stirring, in a flash, transplanted. A cosmic explosion unroots my toes from this cement tundra.
A jump too high propels me to the sun, staying too low sucks me down. Fear pulls me deeper.
It’s perpetual. Peeling open the wound as liquid chrome pours out of the crevasse. Tripping over heaps of ash, shattered beneath the pavement.
Asphalt acts as ideal landing. Imploding cells provide a pad for entry. Inner organs harden, soften. Mucous membranes melt into metal. Plastic protects me.
Subterranean layers steal my frenzied pulse. Catacombs, plagued by rats, circumference an eternal shell. Stillness keeps them haunted.
Twitching eyelids stagger sight, blurring earthly matter. Craniums combust, exposing cracks in the network. Circuits break and systems shatter. Counting seconds left on terra.
The underground makes a final lap around the metropole.
Sanguine, I remain. Cellular connection terminated.