Gabriele Beveridge at Native / Perpignan, France

Gabriele Beveridge / New Works

11 September - 24 September

Native Perpignan

2bis rue des Cardeurs

text by Bitsy Knox

My dearest friends, you killed us with your love
Birthed us into a window to see through You see,
Stillness is an impossibility But we’ll do our best to maintain the pose
For the makers 
They labour on the outskirts, they’re makers
Of Interfaces, makers of gluten, and 
Droplets, makers of rotten fruit light, and 
Makers of sweet things written in sun ink
                                   Who hold

                                         The technology of ancient remnants
                                                  Of dinner, ash, crumbs, and early mornings 
                                                  Essentially an art of containment
                                                       However unarmed 

Glassmakers are wizards who translate heat
Perform accidents of love and play tricks
Who produce darkness but never a void 
A void, single mass, dense immensity 
In it, there are innumerable globes 
                                   That challenge flatness

No one here’s cast in the other’s likeness
We’re cast by way of the forms we wear for others
You see,

          We’re not alone, but in symbiosis
                  Alone together

                            In serial appraisal 

Bitsy Knox