Jeremy Garnett in conversation with 'Lighting the Pass: the domestic object as lens' (2016), Nan Giese Gallery, Darwin.
Unbound Wings (2016)
Once, we too were borne on unbound wings,
heavens mark, eternal, upon our very hair;
heart’s desire caught in every gaze —
light spun off elsewhere between motes of air.
Once, we too swum and played beyond the waves of earth,
where refractions rose as promontories to break the path of shadowed storms.
Where the light of days scattered white in the surf of golden seas;
and the ultraviolet light of night woke the depths of oceans whence ethereal spirits fed.
Once, we too wondered—
of the realms from which we were constrained;
at the structural solidity of glass, in clarity, become so much more than sand;
and why water played with the gaze of gods yet never fastened time.
Once, we too strayed too far earth-wards and were bound upon this plane
and in our fascination we lost our feathers to become what we never thought to fear.
We became as you, distinct, silent, lost — and locked in structured form.
So now, golden seas and white sunlight, we see only through our tears.
Mystic in the Meld (2016)
There's mystic in the spray,
in the meld of light and liquid sand.
In the refraction, the extraction
of sight beyond the eyes.
There's a rhythm in the murmur,
an exultation to expire,
a summons stealing breath
before scintillation emotes desire.
There's a shiver in the wind
to wash life far beyond
into existential realms, deflected,
into brightness without bond.
Illumination in an instant
catches form between the shades,
where refraction discards colour
becoming purity at large.
The way is lost amidst illusion
where light is frangible to touch
yet dissolves upon an absent thought
collapsing instantly to dust.
Found beneath the hourglass,
with time dripping down the face,
a route to the realm of solid form
where the sun is light's true source.
in the real realm of tedium,
shadows can never sing,
and emotions flee as scattered breath
in the gaze of mystic spray.