Bethany Murray, unsettledgallery No.1 |
Today we discover the Small World Future of.... Bethany Murray
The year is 2164...
The Sea Calls to Me like a Lover I Have Yet to Find
There was once a man who fell in love with the sea. So he set out to woo her. But how do you talk to someone who never stops sighing? He hit on the idea of talking to her through seashells, because everybody knows you can hear the voice of the sea that way. So he took one, and placed it to his ear, and though it was all whispers and sighs at first, after a while he came to understand her language and learned to talk back. He told her how he loved her and longed to be immersed in her slippery depths. So she showed him a shell, and he made himself small and slipped in.
Inside his shell, he clung to the rocks in the dark for days, or months, or years maybe, his flesh pink with longing, until the sea came and swept him away. All night they tossed and swam together, and he felt her icy fingers and tongue lolling and licking, the salt water piercing his cracks like tears. And then, in the morning, he clung to his rocks, dark and pinkly limpid, whilst she swept far out again, singing. And so he sits, and so she sighs, and so he waits, for she is a fickle mistress and always moving. And one day, when she is done with him, he will join the many skeletons of her other previous lovers on the seashore, his voice become one with the music of the Sea.
Rebecca Lowe
Bethany Murray |
As an artist Bethany Murray takes seemingly empty space, juxtaposing it with physical matter in an attempt to make the intangible tangible. Through the use of cast space, poetry and found objects she attempt to describe a sense of ‘otherness’. Exploring the distinction between the known and unknown that is directly linked to her research of the ‘sacred’. These mere encounters with material and language sit in the hinterland between that which is considered earthly and the ethereal.
http://bethanymurray-artist.blogspot.co.uk/
Rebecca Lowe |
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