VIDEO STILLS: The Latent Period: Lavender
video performance based on a poem about a nymph who turns lavender to stone.
Where mangos fall at your feet
where cars were built to transport your heels
Where water laps your body as you eyes nap
And where the heat reminds you to escape as often as you lick the beaded salt from your lip.
The Miami of mosquito heat, touching air inside a seated bath of body temperature, pulls your shadow to heaping mounds of ocean. Drop your skin sure. Wipe your wet if the air can’t cure your cold.
The stilted head limps down to a fold in an elbow, endlessly drifted with pulled hair and its well-lit face. Awake when time moves neither forward nor back, its filtered dimensions shift in a reflection of glances. It watches her covered fingers tap gracefully across a surface of glass. When her eyes breathe looking up for a moment, the reflection sighs in exhaustion.