triptic love by seismic measure
there is no scale to measure this heart
shaking damage, immeasurable not in material objects or broken goods
it rattles, it moves, it is felt, not on earth but in the body, the mind and the soul
where once you placed your hands, told me you loved me
there was no greater number to quantify
I believed you
What do I want to express with these particular works? : Giving and letting go.
Give a crown (A crown of temporary and disposable.)(King of there, she was never Queen of here) Giving an eternity, giving a hand, give cotton sheets to sleep on, give dishes, give all the things that matter with love, tangled, reaching with forks and knives-give all the things that do not matter with love, cutting and probing, resurrecting ideas of age old Pushkin poetry and the all the unsaid words and unloved, give closed eyes; give eyes that do not look as she walks away or stays. Give eyes that open, eyes that were blind but see, give invisible photographs, sigh, give stories, die, in the new love of she, laugh of the love taught, give reminders, give to forgetting how love looks. Give what was taken, begetting something born in the new love ofЧто в имени тебе моем.the end
Give a “home” Give a welcome in a dominion of more, give shelter in the heart of enough. Give to love. Give days to forget, give years to erase, give this over and again – yet. Give love unconditional, give days of living in some lies , give hours of chatting words, reading between non committed lines in too many ways, just in one day. Give the mirror of reflection, and a mature happy deception-Give to living in truth and eating its root. Give back the hurt of departure. Give the debridement of wounds and all points moot. Give back all the variations of endearment that were not held dear at all. Give back the invitation to everywhere unextended. Give back the seemingly broken heart. Give back all the art. Give the power to heal. Give back the brushes and colours to mend. Give back doubts, give back excuses, give back deceit, with a flower stamped receipt. Give back all that was not given. Give back the great unloving list against love, loving, give back the great unloving list against loving, give back the great unloving list against loving, lovingly. Give an empty box, give a continent to discover, give a hippocampus of room and place, give time to keep a love for a woman, for a man. Give care simply in space, give to creation-in this triptic box elation. Purification. Give no signature or “love”, given all in the lines above, and the years dared not call love. Give time to draw this long path. Give hours of art and whole lives to discover the math. Give. Give and give giving back a go. Give a last chance, give a breath, give to letting go as if attending a movement therapy dance class.