In the past year, I have been creating costumes for quite a few projects I have been involved in, both collaborations and solo endeavours.
Dandelion
The project Dandelion is a work in progress for a film.
The Raven and the Heron
Greyscale
Greyscale
Perhaps, some cultures have it right, when
Grief is not black but white
Black the comfort of soil, soft crumbling memories
Where worms and microbes dream hidden sacred dreams
Black: a place we can be still, where existence and energy are
Unconfined, free, all around
White the millisecond of wrenching truth
After my gut, heart and brain has once again been fooled into feeling
That like Schrödinger’s cat,
YOU might still be here
Friday last it happened four times, four startling
Optimistic registrations by my corneas, nostrils, ear canals
Skinny hunched shoulders
Pulled up against the wind on the way to the bus stop
Work boots standing square
At the end of long legs in trousers made for welding
A waft of jacket smelling like forge smoke, sweat
Metal and hard-won victories
An avalanche of laughter, shrill, unapologetic
Confident beyond measure
Blinding white with nowhere
For my gut to relax, heart to expand, brain to hope
Perhaps, some cultures have it right
Grief is not black
But white
I will settle for a sliding greyscale for now
Poem published in Scrimshaw – Journal of New Writing and Visual Art – Volume Four
Maria May 