Whispered - at the top of my lungs
piercing space and parting seas
you rest on the lips of the
broken, smacked and smothered.
Prayer.
Air. There’s so much air in the word
for wishes for, wishes of.
Wistful woes
or wisdom wonder
carried on the spirit air.
Heir.
Successor of The Work. New Wor(l)d.
More than that;
bestowed
Less than that;
perceived. -er.
E R
In emergence we find light for this dark room
Rimmed with saints who expire at the touch of the living’s breath, therefore,
no holy in this spirit
or, on being the pronounced dead.
Rhea Dillon (b. 1996) is an artist, writer and poet based in London. She was recently an artist in residence at Triangle - Astérides, Marseille and previously at V.O. Curations, London, which culminated in a solo exhibition, Nonbody Nonthing No Thing and the publishing of poetry chapbook, Donald Dahmer (both 2021). Last year, the artist presented Catgut – The Opera as part of Park Nights 2021 at the Serpentine Pavilion. Recent exhibitions include Love at Bold Tendencies, London (forthcoming); an online screening at The Kitchen, New York (2022); Drawing a Blank curated by Ben Broome, London (2022); Janus at Soft Opening, London (2021); Pressing at Division of Labour, Salford (2021); Dishwater and No Images as part of Distant Peak at Peak Gallery, London (2020); No Man is an Island at Almine Rech, London (2020) and Uchronia et Uchromia online at External Pages (2020).
Rhea Dillon: The Sombre Majesty (or, on being the pronounced dead) | Exhibition pamphlet
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