EFA STUDIO PROGRAM: Member Artists
Calvin Kim
I paint egg, moon, moth...
And think sun, flight, flower...
What we want is never simple, but you already know that
sometimes it’s too much to pack growing pangs into an egg
before it bruises & breaks, it’s too tattered
mending memories on a moon’s scabbed surface.
Too fragile, pinning feelings fleeting
on a weeping moth.
It’s easy to mistake that if I hold my breath
the waking sun will yawn a bit longer...
if my exhale is slower, I would remember the days more clearly,
more slowly
if my gaze is deeper, you would feel my touch more tenderly
This aching is a symptom, a yearning to know its source.
Just as a wound makes me more vulnerable, more open, more attentive: softer, stronger, and more aware of existence; I hope to keep these paintings alive and open for a moment longer. Before they scab. Before I forget what was hiding beneath them, what came before them.
Before things that pass us by, and after they begin again,
In this cycle of holding heaviness and lightness together, that they may transform
Where scars become stars.
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