In The Light, Muse Contemporary Gallery, Istanbul
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The worn down causeway fading yesterday’s orange
Time and time again
Crying clouds dripping dry
Transformations, from one to another and nothing and then sky
Dawn
Grass
Points of no beginning
Seconds before the day doesn’t begin
(at least four days in one)
The exact difference between mist and moon
Growth as the splitting of cells
The application of everything I can’t think about in material form (which is nothing)
When the background comes closer than what’s in front of you. Surely tranquility is near?
A more precise articulation of what I meant for tomorrow
All that vast yesterday, over which today I bend
All the phenomena which birthed me and you isn’t here next week
The winds bellow from far
A breath rolling in from somewhere you have never imagined
New formations. Old ideas
Being dragged face down through the microcosm
Clouds scrape my knees
Mysticism
Worn out. Worn in. Worn down
Freedom and discipline
Start with that which leads to something
Ending with nothing. Dark nothing
Even less than nothing, more than
An incomprehensible nothing
A void which articulates everything
The feeling of self actualisation just before the world ends
Anything that ever could be that never was.
JAKE MICHAEL SINGER
