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once in a while/ i see my breath

once in a while/ i see my breath

2013; 6 channel sound projection, parchment paper, vellum, bark, hair, pigeon feather; dimensions variable (approx 10 x 20 ft - paper extends beyond threshold of room an additional 20 ft)

A long train of paper, extended out from the room. The stack slowly rose.  Walking in winter I hear nothing

but the crunch of my feet

each puff of breath

creates a hazy gauze obscuring everything before. There is nothing out here except for the foreboding emptiness of static, each gap and tick of the clock articulated by tiny fenceposts jauntily emerging from the snow.

Leading somewhere into nowhere.

A dim figure, feather or flesh, appears and then disappears on the horizon, wind deep as bass notes rumbles through my chest cavity, made more aware of its own

hollow emptiness. A crow caws,

the black mark of charcoal on paper, and once again I see myself. My breath coming out and disappearing.

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once in a while/ i see my breath

2013; 6 channel sound projection, parchment paper, vellum, bark, hair, pigeon feather; dimensions variable (approx 10 x 20 ft - paper extends beyond threshold of room an additional 20 ft)

A long train of paper, extended out from the room. The stack slowly rose.  Walking in winter I hear nothing

but the crunch of my feet

each puff of breath

creates a hazy gauze obscuring everything before. There is nothing out here except for the foreboding emptiness of static, each gap and tick of the clock articulated by tiny fenceposts jauntily emerging from the snow.

Leading somewhere into nowhere.

A dim figure, feather or flesh, appears and then disappears on the horizon, wind deep as bass notes rumbles through my chest cavity, made more aware of its own

hollow emptiness. A crow caws,

the black mark of charcoal on paper, and once again I see myself. My breath coming out and disappearing.

floating figure

once in a while/ i see my breath
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      floating figure