How powerfully they spin the frenzied atoms of love within desire’s bulge. Bliss twists and contorts their gut. The knot of their heat singes the observer, who marvels at them a century later where, blunt and muscled, they last as art. And here is a kiss for the lonely artist, who stripped passion to dark bone; who forged their arduous coupling from the soul’s lack.
Susan Kelly-DeWitt | Henry Sugimoto Exhibit Contents | Mudlark No. 46 (2012)