Murders as if they're standing here. Murders as if in the distant past.
Sculptural works inspired by the fragile beauty of coral reefs.
"John Chrysostom
He who had gone a beast
Down on his knees and hands
Remembering lust and murder
Felt now a gust of grace,
Lifted his burnished face
From the psalter of the sands
And found his thoughts in order
And cleared his throat at last.
What they heard was a voice
That spoke what they could learn
From any gelded priest,
Yet rang like a great choir,
He having taught hell’s fire
A singing way to burn,
And borrowed of some dumb beast
The wildness to rejoice."
--Richard Wilbur via
Land of the Un/Free. (via @evecastle.bsky.social)
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