a piece in many parts, a map of worlds inside worlds (installed, awaiting confirmation)…..
I have been looking at this work now and then for a while. Like the soul, (should it exist), this is a work in progress. It takes its ideas from medieval cosmography, where there is a concentric hierarchy of planes and beings extending down from, and up to, the Godhead. A mythic universe, populated with the history of thought and dreaming
Or do we descend,
Pulled by the centre?
Or split, (not knowing)
Each way seeming the
One, right way,
Disorientated
Or reorientated, lost
Or on the road home,
(Something, something here
Is familiar..)
Centrum mundi
The centre of horizon’s cross,
Hung saviour seeing
All things,
Constrained, speared
By:
Terra
Acqua
Aer
Ignis
Corpus corruptibilis quod est
Quatuor elementa,
This corruptible body
Consisting of four elements.
Corruptible, corrupt, corrupting,
Spinning away ( or towards)
Perfection. Untrustworthy,
Fickle mud rising
Yearning for perfect emptiness.
Then, in their spheres of crystal motion
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