Art and Poetry
When in the Gulf of Maine the sea ebbs, the seaweed named Irish moss is revealed. Irish moss cushions living things in layers. Rachel Carson describes this as “life exists on other life, or within it, or under it, or above it” in her book “The Edge of the Sea”.
At Arts Gowanus Open Studios, October 19 and 20, noon to 6 PM, 69 Second Ave., Brooklyn, I will display this camera-less, palladium print in collaboration with this poem by poet Diane Mehta.
Vent a dome, invent a habitat
for tubeworm, sea-stout, eelpout
waltzing, 700 degrees in love.
They must know their origin
is hydrothermal swirling,
that fate is motion-of-lfe
agitating to occupy the world.