Urban Aliens
"I'm sitting at my computer and there's no landscape around me. It's all those objects that surround me. The space is full of these things, old belongings, and I look at the curlers next to each other, and the soft spikes on them give me a sense of strangeness, how can there be such odd things? I recalled that this room was a huge object and I was inside it, squeezed and deformed" (2022.7.20)
This is the project about searching for the wondering objects in cities that bring me a sense of uncanny. I wrote several pieces of poems to interrogate the new narrative of things.
We didn't sleep at Madrid airport last night
On this day
We don't need a car
We rode on tyres and ran over a transformer looking at his phone
The bears of Madrid shed at the People's Square
The fountain drenches the Sun
Up the hill
Deflated tyres
SilenceTransfer to railings
We are cross-legged fanatics
Under the giant stompCurled up in the folds of the Toledo as marble water horses
Evenly
Ageing
Words pile up
The plane gets fat
Last night
Didn't we sleep at Madrid airport?
10.18 Madrid
The Lion on the Heater
The shell I shed
The trousers I've worn for five years
I finally took them off, and they were attached to my socks
It's my first moult at twenty-four
When there are only single digits in front of me
Does the vacuum of concentration exist?
Squirrels begging for food after mating
I give them rewards afterwards
I want my paintings to be so delicate that even the cracks in the wall glitter
1.25 Room 33
