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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3618 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Glass Houses Steve Williams Exibition at Atlanta Botanical Gardens He brought his dream catchers here, koi of the air swimming in an imagined breeze. The Crystal Palace lives in his fire, each piece has made itself from his mother’s garden. Goosenecks entwine with blood vessels, the whole a writhing body who catches lightning. Tendrils turn their eye, follow our steps and stare. Thousands of us pass sprouts eternal yet none touch even one figure of his voodoo alchemy. How must it feel to cast shapes of imagination into a pond, see the ridges from his iron mold catch the quiet of startled frogs? He holds a blossom in the crook of his eye, talks of rust, the immortality of glass, spiral staircases inside conservatories, the perspective of canopies. Peace lilies are purple in refracted shadows of his torch children— hand-spun prisms who coax our faces to bloom, speak to each silent breath. |
