Nursery Choir
Nebular harmonics; the music of the spheres. Singing planets and starbirth. Titles are fragments plucked from Johannes Kepler’s The Harmonies of the World.
Powdered inks, watercolor, acrylic, fabric, vintage ephemera (coins, guitar strings, 45 RPM record sleeves, a grandmother’s costume jewelry, World’s Fair stamps from year I was born, etc.)) on watercolor paper. 30×22 in / 76×56 cm. 2025.
"as a trunk from the soul of the shoot"
"list in itself is something akin to the soul"
"and that again is the soul of the song"
"like the yolk within the white of the egg"
"by what light of the mind, by what means"
"alcohol from the vine growing in the vine"
"finally this theory abandons itself"
"the difference is that god holds up the drop"
"flame and drops of water at war with one another"
"furnished with more than human gifts"
"its own oblique movement through the zodiac"
"let him regard the moon"
"like onion skins"
"saturn and jupiter have middling eccentricities"
"suited to an eternity of movement, that is, returning into itself"
"the bodies, the motors, which are divine minds"
"the cosmos cannot be better than it is"
"the sun-spots and little flames are brought forward as evidence"
"the sun sticks to the centre of the world"
"the role of the river-bed in which this river of light runs"
"the road of the moon is made as it were slippery"
"the liquid plains of the ether"
"the arguments drawn from the dignity of the sun"
"the whole thing is overthrown by the denial of the gods"