Plaster continues but added to the materials experiments are wax and soap.
Instead of maintaining calm and working methodically through the current pieces, I listen to the inner harbinger of anticipation and trace my way through a cacophony of materials in a fickle search for satisfaction. This remains eluded too. So I pile them, sandwiched betwixt tissue and paper, saved for the next moment of revelation.
Soap & wax
Soap
Soap
Soap
Soap
Soap
Wax melted
Soap
Soap
Soap
Soap
Soap
Wax set
Plaster
Process writing:
Layering of space
Of people
Compacted
Glued together with
Soap and plaster
*casting workshop*
Touch me
Warm me up
Pour me on to your surface
Let me seep into you
Fill your cracks
I’ll search them out
Pick up the dust from your history
Make it my own
Claim you as me
Find the spaces together
*wax*
Sealing the gaps
Don’t let me leak
Close off my weakness
Fortify my boundaries
Lest you break them
To keep you in
To keep you out
To keep me safe
To maintain a whole?
*casting*
I was too much for you
Too hot to handle
I broke you
Your boundaries gave way
And I leached past
Making you less of yourself
Here in the dark
No one saw
But I felt it
Traces of me on the ground
Taking new shape
As you let me go
Changed by you
Because you let me go.
*wax*
Taking account
Lined up, ready to go
Silenced but speaking so much
The surfaces glint and glimmer in the light
Monoprints of graphite
Entombed in domesticity
Plaster, fragile and grainy
A facade of smoothness
Hiding its chalky substrate
Soap, shiny and glassy,
Slick and opaque
Engulfing the materials
Encapsulated
The protection minimal
Frivolously released with a hint of moisture
Wax, hinting at transparency
Holding the grains hostage
Giving in when the heat is raised.
*tiles*
You’re under my nails
Under my skin
In my thoughts
This desire is waning
Like the moon
It cycles until
The momentum returns
And there you are
Glowing
Begging me to look at you
To feel you
On my skin again
*soap*
Pour me on to you
Let me seep
Fill the cracks
Claim you as me
*plaster*