If you start off with the found object, that object already has a history to draw on.
In London a week ago, I went to the exhibition of Cornelia Parker's work at Tate Britain. Described as "immersive installations", the work, for me, is like poetry: rich with ideas, resonant with emotion and aesthetically beautiful to encounter. Looking at the suspended pieces of polished silver or walking around the exploded shed hanging around a single light bulb, I meditated on the transmutation of all matter, including ourselves. Cornelia Parker's work speaks to me of alchemy, of possibility, of mortality and renewal. On the train, coming home, I scribbled some lines to capture these thoughts. The poem, Becoming, emerged from those jottings. I hope it inspires you to look at Cornelia Parker's work and think your own thoughts about the journey of becoming.
[photograph taken by jackie scutt]
fills each cell
memory layered on memory
a moving palimpsest
hovers in rearranged form
uncovers new angles