Sherrie-Leigh Jones, Undergrowth (It Stands Desolate and Waiting), 2015 (Artist Website, Instagram, Twitter)
Cellulose transfer print, 70 x 50 cm
Edition of 5
Morning arrives like an open-ended question.
Light leaks around edge blunted by soft glow.
A back lit fog.
Nothing clarifies when shades are raised.
The outline of a plant I think of as green.
Trees are repeating cones, a Greek chorus chanting silence.
Shadows long, only minutes ago, have disappeared into solid illusion.
Yesterday was gravity, everything held down.
Tomorrow like a pool, the body suspended, lifted.
Beginnings & endings are shouts in the dark & light.
Voices reverberant off tiled walls in a room full of water.
Pause, sink to the bottom, space & muffled sound.
A body traveling in waves like light can count how many
atoms make the branches of finger or wing,
measure the web of skin stretched
calculate distance between bone & sinew,
between tree & ocean
between night & day.