They say a “flange” of 400 Jackrabbits used to get together for massive drunken parties. I decided to pick Ixtlilton, the god of well-being or good luck. A gentle god, who emanated from an obsidian mask which brought darkness and peaceful sleep to children in their beds at night and propped him against the moon as we frantically dance and shake all over to Loma Prieta. Only blood vessels are visible in his ears. No scaffolding structure visible, only nutrient highways when backlit. Shine that torch through me and define all of my branches.
The refractive index of human tissue is about 1.55 and that of human bone density about 1.50 and I now know it is the same for Aztec Jackrabbit Gods because when he holds my hand and our bones overlap there is no way to tell us apart. It’s only when morning comes and I open the curtains I see his adorned contours. In this dance we transformed the cactuses around us into ones with golden prickles so the countless times they sting you’ll see a defined golden nevi that refuses to flatten but is there forever. See those leaves? They are covered in golden dots, the markers of piercing looks and words and murmurs and whispers and connections.
*size 680 x 810 mm/ 26.7 x 31.8 inches
*mixed media on 260gsm paper
*year 2022
*Sonic Paper - Silvana Dragan
