WHEEL OF RETROGRADE
ARCHIVAL INK ON PAPER
2024
Inhabiting a solar system controlled by planets of our own creation.
Memory, dream and the delusion in between.
Orbiting a wheel of luck, elements of earth, air, water and fire.
Planets occlude one another sliding in and out of significance,
others exert their pull from now shadowed places of occultation.
Take up sacred objects gathered from solstice,
equinox and times when the moon wore many faces and cast them onto this wheel like runes,
hoping to divine and pervert the course of destiny.
Acrid incense stings the eyes to tears,
the sound of a distant drum mimics the ticking of a clock, a heart or a bomb.
The past may yet eat us.
The future consumes us and we sit in the only dimension we can touch,
gnawed from both sides.