‘It’s not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and i can’t even remember your name.’
Leonora Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet
Light – Water – Cauldron, sp 8mm 3 mins, mute, 2017
screened as part of empire II, an artist led satellite project exhibiting at 57th Venice biennale.
Light, water, cauldron, takes its inspiration from the tale of Ceridwen. a story which tells of a welsh enchantress consumed by a desire to give great prowess of wisdom and poetic imagination to her son.
forming a spell that must be stirred in her cauldron for a year+. Ceridwen’s intentions misfire, causing another to receive these gifts.
i have been a walled garden
decorative fountain,
gushing spring of icy waters.
i have been idle
cloth hanging hitched upon a slack line,
shadows loose across folds of time.
i have been late afternoon
eyes in the desert,
scorched sand and petrified whale bone.
i have been caught unframed
belly down unadorned
on white sheets of solitude.
i have been anonymous,
palm propped under chin
notebook page open,
reporting on life.
I have been,
prism, wave and molecule,
particle and atom.
Anita Bryan, 2017