shadows – hold their breath

Blake Prize Finalist

May – July 2018

Casula Powerhouse

In shadows – hold their breath the light from a window shadows moves around a corner, and goes back again. Flowing, from the not-yet of the future to the no-longer of the past, constantly in the present the breath, constantly running forward to death. This work explores the notion of time as a multi-dimensional process.

The title is taken from a line in Emily Dickinson There’s a certain Slant of light.

 

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons – 
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes – 
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – 
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are – 
None may teach it – Any – 
'Tis the Seal Despair – 
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air – 
When it comes, the Landscape listens – 
Shadows – hold their breath – 
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –