Incorporeal Materiality 2004

The material stares at me,
I stare at it back,
In time, it whispers,
I whisper back,
It takes me to its heart,
Feel its pulses, its wishes, its "affect".

A form emerges, accompanying me to the world of primordial,
To the world of sacred, where the primal desire roams free,
The profane dissipates, shamans speak the moment' truth.

I become the moment,
Become one with the moment,
The form becomes,
Becoming the moment,
The material becomes,
Speaks with "affect".

The work speaks,
Speaks of "incorporeal materiality."
May 2004