gravity2004

From time to time, there can be a brief fissure in daily experience. It's a sharp, decisive moment when you glimpse that which has always been perfectly hidden. The form is unanticipated - a shaft of light in an alley, a small hand movement, a look into a stranger's eye. It is heartbreaking and rapturous, disquieting and true. The interruption heals as quickly as it forms, and although you feel it in your body, unless you believe it in your heart, it disappears without trace. This piece is about rising and falling, aspiring to reach beyond one's grasp and the confinement of the mundane. –S. W.