TRISTAN'S MOON

Contemporary Portraiture

you cannot swim outside that grip that has strangled all your wounds wrought hollow as your dancing shoes/ such dark, dark bones, boy/ there is no dancing when your corroded voice has been scarred trapped and bleeding — eating sea salt — in the singing of a barbed wire snare/

Tristan's Moon art installation
(Thirty 16" x 20" photographic collages printed & back-mounted onto 1/4" acrylic by Griffin Editions, NYC).

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