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What if; Those little specks you see flying in the air When light passes though dust Are all alive What if; They are all angels, Gods, Souls of lost ones Echoes of our own thoughts, memories, ideas Feelings; Here, there Forgotten, Cherished; Never fully formed Just made of all the bits and pieces Of all the Worlds’ minds Waiting for us to put them together And make them real Inspired by the second iteration of FRONT International, a multivenue exhibition that embraces art as an agent of transformation, a mode of healing and a therapeutic process. The title is an homage to the 1957 poem “Two Somewhat Different Epigrams” by Langston Hughes. Excerpt from Two Somewhat Different Epigrams (1957): Oh, God of dust and rainbows, help us see That without dust the rainbow would not be.
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Jan 11, 2023
Jan 11, 2023 at 9:46 AM UTC
Oh, Gods of Dust and Rainbows
What if; Those little specks you see flying in the air When light passes though dust Are all alive What if; They are all angels, Gods, Souls of lost ones Echoes of our own thoughts, memories, ideas Feelings; Here, there Forgotten, Cherished; Never fully formed Just made of all the bits and pieces Of all the Worlds’ minds Waiting for us to put them together And make them real Inspired by the second iteration of FRONT International, a multivenue exhibition that embraces art as an agent of transformation, a mode of healing and a therapeutic process. The title is an homage to the 1957 poem “Two Somewhat Different Epigrams” by Langston Hughes. Excerpt from Two Somewhat Different Epigrams (1957): Oh, God of dust and rainbows, help us see That without dust the rainbow would not be.
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Jan 11, 2023
Jan 11, 2023 at 9:46 AM UTC
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