The Telescope Trapeze: Artist's Statement
An acrobat. A tight rope walker. Someone who has a way with the elephants. We were gathered up as collectibles, as convenience, as a matter of heredity. Walking on high arches and strapped into all that color. Power. Lust. Sticky finger clap and the spotlight glare. A vendor stocks his cart.
This is when we tell our secrets if you are looking, you know. When we are hidden enough to feel at home. Beneath the blush and orchestrated electric fervor. Lips smudged with a lover’s kiss. The cheekbones of our remembered pasts. Wordless story irises and the cut of our fearful and immeasurable truths.
Powder hands sweep. Voices catch fire. This is the telescope trapeze.