proserpina, 2012, single-channel digital video installation, dimensions variable, 2:46secs loop, colour, sound


"...In the night where thine eyes are as moons are in heaven, the night where thou art,
Where the silence is more than all tunes, where sleep overflows from the heart,
Where the poppies are sweet as the rose in our world, and the red rose is white,
And the wind falls faint as it blows with the fume of the flowers of the night,
And the murmur of spirits that sleep in the shadow of Gods from afar
Grows dim in thine ears and deep as the deep dim soul of a star..."

Hymn to Proserpina - Algernon C. Swinburne


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