About the internal beauty of all living forms. Abstract biomorphic shapes transform one into the other, recalling cells, bones, organelles, and scientific imaging.
Named after the following poem by Galway Kinnell, entitled “St. Francis and the Sow.”
The bud/stands for all things,/even those things that don't flower,/for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;/though sometimes it is necessary/to reteach a thing its loveliness,/to put a hand on its brow/of the flower/and retell it in words and in touch/it is lovely/until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;/as St. Francis/put his hand on the creased forehead/of the sow, and told her in words and in touch/blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow/began remembering all down her thick length,/from the earthen snout all the way/through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of/the tail,/from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine/down through the great broken heart/to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering/from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking/and blowing beneath them:/the long, perfect loveliness of sow.
Original sound by Chris McKenna.
Named after the following poem by Galway Kinnell, entitled “St. Francis and the Sow.”
The bud/stands for all things,/even those things that don't flower,/for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;/though sometimes it is necessary/to reteach a thing its loveliness,/to put a hand on its brow/of the flower/and retell it in words and in touch/it is lovely/until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;/as St. Francis/put his hand on the creased forehead/of the sow, and told her in words and in touch/blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow/began remembering all down her thick length,/from the earthen snout all the way/through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of/the tail,/from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine/down through the great broken heart/to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering/from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking/and blowing beneath them:/the long, perfect loveliness of sow.
Original sound by Chris McKenna.
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Original sound by Chris McKenna
Length
2:20
Released
18 March 2010
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Screenings
2013 PixelPops, New Orleans, LA
2012 Hans Weiss Newspace Gallery, Manchester, CT
2011 Streaming Festival, The Netherlands
2011 Adelaide Fringe Festival, Australia
2010 Artsfest Film Fest, Harrisburg, PA
2010 Axiom Center of New & Experimental Media, Boston, MA
2010 NewMediaNewMusicNewEngland, What if? 60x60x60, interactive online exhibition
2012 Hans Weiss Newspace Gallery, Manchester, CT
2011 Streaming Festival, The Netherlands
2011 Adelaide Fringe Festival, Australia
2010 Artsfest Film Fest, Harrisburg, PA
2010 Axiom Center of New & Experimental Media, Boston, MA
2010 NewMediaNewMusicNewEngland, What if? 60x60x60, interactive online exhibition
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