Gypsophila, c1983, 38.1 x 53.34cms, charcoal and collage on paper.

XII. Gypsophila

Hemispheres cleave apart in the storm of bloom. Blazing white flakes speed forward from the penumbra as the bivalve cloud throbs on between retreat and approach and dissolves its pollen aureole again as you try to focus.

Myopia was my friend Cixous says.
Let the phallic gaze retreat, murmurs Irigaray.

So the magical blizzard of baby breath pompoms its rhythms, in-out, in-out.
These pulsing hemispheres dream of the look-to-come, of the gaze caressing, nevermore possessing.

Thus Gypsophila thinks through Farwoman.