“Growth Systems”

Imagine a wash made from masonite.

Diamonds shattered into glitter.

The petals of flowers melted down as glue, as brightness, as window.

Imagine the system of the world as plastic tubing

            lit by our tears and our dreams

If you could be an organism.

This is our “collective actuality”:  temporal, ephemeral, vision.

The world is scattered all about us, within us, around us…

Our mind a melting-pot and invention.

If we absorbed it (all) twisted, bent, collaged it

If we were to soak it (all) up…grab whatever came to hand or eye

If we put colored water in a plastocene bag and it was the ocean

Of our heart.  Of our capacity to smell.

Imagine straws as trees, now a forest

We were given scraps and shards…we made mountains

We gathered shit and detritus…we made jewels

What compacts in us

What infuses

What is loved.  Hated.  Feared or forgotten.

Our children as tinsel of joy

Our romance as a cloudy mylar

Our thinking as plastic leaves

We assemble.  We play.  We grieve.  We transform.

Organic.

What do you make of that?

Complex growth system.  Metaphor.  Reality.  It’s all in your head.

Veined in your limbs.  Ocular.  Liminal.  Kinetic.  Ever-growing.

NOW.

To find out more about the artist, please go to her website, at  http://lisarundstrom.com/.

Nathan Filbert  3.31.2010