She moves disinterestedly away from the
curator's program. I'm the artist stating
sacraments and rituals, relational
performances of vanity. She is moving
beyond facility, aesthetic or merit,
beyond concept and context. I perceive
an admixture of administered color
that is of no clear artifact. She is
an effervescent love, I feel the spirit
moving in her language. I compose
an engaging instrument from material
transcending the medium. She meditates
and radiates this energy, the rhymes
revolve about her eyes in epicycles.
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