I stay oriented towards you, weak as you make me

The impression of the light upon my body has caused a wilting of her desire. Pressed on your firm and barren ground, I pierce with intent out from within my belly. And I have not one but many roots with which to see and wander, as I stay orientated towards you, weak as you make me. Swayed by the promise of her intention, she, who muses at my guise and dreams to reach the wild in ways not befit to you, lends her thoughts through me To experience in the absence of your waning touch, latent realms. Bewildered, once more. In collaboration with Niki Charalambous, for "On a wildflower-lined gravel track off a quiet thoroughare..." at The Cyprus Pavilion, Venice Biennale 2024