EVAN SAGMAN

the brand-new walls bleed just like the old ones they mutter loudly, indecipherable utterances scrawled out in my brain cryptic mindset runs late into the night sweetly oscillating a taste of fair madness off with a curtsy and a wink

“a pain in the back left of my neck has been there for days. i run on the elliptical and in my mind's eye i see the beginning and end of the universe. i see it in my boyfriend's eyes too. i watch the candlelight dance in his irises. While i run, i think of god and beer. sweat drips from my forehead down my nose onto the sleek metal of the machine which moves with me. Adonai or Allah, mayhap Buddha or Vishnu. most likely some amalgamation of all the above. it feels nice. eyes watch from either side of the room. i see them in careful geometry, positions and poses beyond.”

Hand carved wooden feminine form and phallic forms.

Morality becomes blurred in times of survival. We do what we can to protect what's important to us.

Two forms rest against each other in careful balance. Hostile and passionate, one requires the other to stand but they are not truly able to connect. Unmet desire wears on the mind, and the consequences of desires met can be fierce and destructive. Tension between the two forms is tangible as connection is both created and repelled by their harshness.