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The Gift (For Alison Croggon) | 2005 | pigment print on rice paper | unique | 10 5/8 x 9 3/4 inches
THE GIFT
by Alison Croggon
leaning into a reflection
that my eyes do not register
as my belly dissolves as I
vanish into the space
your eyes devour I have
no place to be either
woken or alone I have
no name and my lips
are colder than imagining
when I sleep on the ice
of dreams it is a vapour
of fear that rises it is
a cold aneasthetic fume
rising like a goddess
her chilly feathers
glancing on my skin
like kisses I have forgotten
or gestures flinching between
one shadow and another
I am often afraid
PHOTO-COLLAGE + MONTAGE