Home Work II
Image by Burcin Ergunt
Joseph Morgan Schofield,
leman sevda darıcıoğlu
Curated by Ekin Bernay
The cold was setting in. You collected conkers on the way, or at some point that day. Ready for an evening in a warehouse. After the words. And the dancing
A triptych of action.
It felt like reaching for something. Reaching to fill the space. To connect through salt and wax. It was all a balancing act.
A rock held in the mouth.
Salt between the palms.
I suck my fingers as you pierce your lips.
You stepped away as we drew close, before it ended in tears. A cry of relief. Held, together.