Music Was The Room She Lived In
September 30 – January 7, 2022
Music was the room she lived in
Light slept in its afternoon windows
or grew dizzy, rolling down the storm’s height.
Outside, in the traffic of other people’s needs.
she clutched it in her spirit like a rosary.
Sometimes she stayed away too long.
Then the door terrified her
with its metal handshake. She entered,
a stranger now, until some minor task
graced her with the precious tedium of belonging.
Music was the room she lived in.
Its hours were not chasmed.
There, her loneliness lounged comfortably
like a sister. Forgiven at last.
by Dalt Wonk
A hallucinatory sensation or vision of light
Le Diable Au Corps (Devil in the Flesh)
There exists a long history in art of depicting
pain and suffering as devils in the flesh – Goya
Blake Bosch. These images are simply my version
of that metaphor
Those Who Dance
“…those who dance were called insane by those who could not hear the music”
This series is an homage to Nahui Olin (b. Carmen Mondragon), the muse, artist, poet, social rebel and great beauty of Mexico in the 1920s – a woman who mesmerized the artists of the period – Diego Rivera, Dr. ATL, and Edward Weston among others – with her extraordinary beauty, her intelligence, and her extravagant uninhibited behavior.
a precocious free spirit who believed in the power and the beauty of herself as a woman
a woman who considered her body the shape of her spirit and refused to hide it.
a woman who loved passionately and to extremes.
a woman who lived her sexuality freely and without prejudices.
a woman who bowed to no man or woman and courageously lived her life as she saw fit.
a woman who loved art, poetry, sex, cats, flowers, Paris, the sea and the sun.
a woman whose eyes spoke volumes.
a woman of poetic delusions.
a woman whom the social elite declared insane and thereby erased
Image: Josephine Sacabo – Music Was The Room She Lived In