The Dark Continent XXV - XXXVI
III. THE WAKE
No. XXV
We once sought refuge there.
No. XXVI
Refuge from the aftermath . . . A Reckoning to come.
No. XXVII
On that fateful day — as one we would Rise.
No. XXVIII
Rise up from the Silence of a Thousand Years . . .
No. XXIX
The thick, forced quietude that wouldn’t let us breathe . . .
No. XXX
And so on for Ages, ions, Tens of Thousands of Remeberings
— or so it felt.
No. XXXI
Buckled beneath the weight of Glory’s Judgement. We ate in the Sin.
No. XXXII
Enamored with the Circularity of Time . . .
No. XXXIII
It is our Birth Rite to be great. To be Great — a burden.
No. XXXIV
Yet, we recall when you would Call me by my Name.
No. XXXV
In the Spent Light of a day Long Past
— you dare utter it.
No. XXXVI
Now back at the Beginning . . .
I beckon you for the Long Journey into Night.
all works:
pure 24-karat gold, acrylic, ink, print on cotton rag paper
8.5 x 10.2 in. / 21.6 x 25.9 cm | 2019