Droop: Angelica Neileen
Pink liquid flows from an unknown,
upward source. Its only obstruction
a narrow white ledge. On meeting this obstacle,
the liquid spreads laterally into a rose-
tinted puddle, until it drips
over the edges, continuing.
Blue background: gradations, impression-
istic curves that recall ocean waves.
Encaustic: melted wax and pigment.
Something burned, something
pyroclastic. My friend gazed
at this piece and said, I feel like that today.
I looked again and understood:
to be viscous and sticky, with poorly defined
edges, constantly shifting boundaries.
To have trouble delineating self and not-
self. I flow and spread outward
and lose myself. What stands in my way,
I don’t get over. I engulf it and carry it with me.
Floating in a blue void of voices and textures.
The void feels like corduroy and petals.
Out of the panel, I burst into three
dimensions: a globe begging
for fingertips and new air.
I bubble and slowly solidify. My skin: all this