Photo by Robin Chaperka 
Photo by Robin Chaperka 
Photo by Robin Chaperka | Under My Breath (1994) |
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National Review of Live Art, Glasgow Subliminally, before I was consciously aware of it, the performance I was working on for NRLA had become a requiem for Derek Jarman who had died earlier in the year. Some time previously I had given him a blue angel that I had ‘drawn’ by placing hot wire on thermally responsive paper. He gave me a blue stone. In Under My Breath, I placed faces of angels moulded in sugar onto glass which was lit from below. I then ‘breathed’ my own face into the angels’ faces, casting my detailed image in the sugar and whispering under my breath : Bliss in my ghostly eye Kiss me On the lips On the eyes Our name will be forgotten In time No one will remember our work Our life will pass like the traces of a cloud And be scattered like Mist that is chased by the Rays of the sun For our time is the passing of a shadow And our lives will run like Sparks through the stubble. I place a delphinium, Blue, upon your grave from Jarman’s Blue After transforming the last moulded angel into my cast face, I drew a flock of blue angels like the one I had given him. I cut these out and attached each one to a helium balloon within which was a small blue light. I took the balloons outside and released them into the night sky. |
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