In response to Peregrine Honig’s suite of paintings, Player
(Custody)
Do you see how I balance, unafraid, umbilical? Beautiful in death, the ram’s-head moon. Negligeed
in ocean blur, draped in layers of gauze.
All my wounds scar over, stitched with a bow. This one redly tied at my neck holds the thread of my
spine to the threat of my skull.
Mother wants to carry me off in her golden boat, but I think I’ll descend where I am. Walk off this
stage, this dripping frame. Walk away from fairy tales, mothers, myths.
I’ll become something new, newly now in your eyes. We all shine, and live with a little death inside.

Custody, 2024
oil and pigmented gesso on canvas
72 x 96 inches (2.4 x 1.8 m)
(Documentation by E.G. Schempf)
(Memento)
The animals whirl, circusy bright. We are all animals here. Animal speech, heartbeat, flight.
Two stories died, two moons. I carved their ache, craved their shape, carried them like children
against my emptied chest.
We run, and we fall. Bleed into soil, salting the earth with our shadows.

Memento, 2024
oil and pigmented gesso on canvas
72 x 96 inches (2.4 x 1.8 m)
