Tamara Rikman | Notlike
May 15 - June 14, 2014
Tamara Rikman
WHAT DREW ME ON
1. The Vision of Er
What drew me on in my own faltering
summoned in due time to rise from the damp meadow
the journey begun? The unfolding ambit a whiplash of looping paths, quick vanishing sightlines
I knew not whether earth or air cushioned my walk and plodded on, but whose words – “the stars shine
through the holes of my cloak when I spread it out in the pitch dark of night for shelter” – had wandered
into my mind, the future more vivid (if true I shall be humbled) a sieve to sift wheat
or barley, while on either side scratchmarks, indigo dimples beckoned, and I thought I saw a canister
floating above me like an asteroid, or was it a trapezoid? Stenciled shapes, charcoal fisheyes, amidst
a column of light, more radiant, purer than cloud-borne Iris spanned the heavens and plunged to the sea-floor
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Vision of Er, 2013-2014, multimedia, various sizes
Vision of Er, 2013-2014, multimedia, various sizes
Vision of Er, 2013-2014, multimedia, various sizes