Minna Sora / David Howard:
Kind of a lasso to the world that isn’t true, yet
KIND OF A LASSO TO THE WORLD THAT ISN'T TRUE, YET
the spider inside your eiderdown pater familias
it nimbled in while you were thinking of a girl how your rubbish filled her glory box
with long legs polished like summer’s promises through autumn
when she stretches neck-high in harvest light
over your bed she stretches like a model from Millet or a line by Minna Sora
over the air you nearly inhabit she is lost in something other than thought
a halter-neck sunset for the heavens declare the glory of God (Psalm XIX)
slipping away from the wasp-waisted day along with the spring tide
she said (say it) yes sucking on the rind of the Lord’s silence
beneath the relief of the Virgin a submission insidious as the dust that drifts into your nostrils
blood you lean over like a pensioner feeling for your heart
lines with the simplicity of the ellipse dynamized by its eccentric motion
Lassos © Minna Sora
Etching, embossing
( Hahnemühle Antik 300gr)
Edition 23
From the series Literally . These works draw portraits of couples, families or groups of people by the appearance of handwriting. Writing is mostly reversed, so the visual appearance of writing is in front instead of words. Some works are based on secrets or fears. In a way the works are a kind of a social happening or process going on also outside the pictures.
In this work for the exchange [through Print Australia] my dreams and some fears are written and etched. Both dreams and fears make scenarios to something you can imagine, kind of a lasso to the world that isn't true, yet…
Minna Sora, Finland
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