Whirling in the dark universe, alone, afraid, unable to influence fate—
What do we have really? Sad tricks with ladders and shoes, tricks with salt, impurely motivated recurring attempts to build character. What do we have to appease the great forces?
Habitat: Roadsides, […], prairie, disturbed ground, at generally low elevations.
Habit/Form: creeping, erect, spreading
East Texas by Kenneth Porter (Poetry (September 1943)) describes a leg of my trip, in reverse.
EVENING PRIMROSE Poetically speaking, growing up is mediocrity. – NED ROREM
Neither rosy nor prim, not cousin to the cowslip nor the extravagant fuchsia, I doubt anyone has ever picked one for show, though the woods must be fringed with their lemony effusions.
Sun blathers its baronial endorsement, but they refuse to join the ranks. Summer brings them in armfuls, yet, when the day is large, you won’t see them fluttering the length of the road.
They’ll wait until the world’s tucked in and the sky’s one ceaseless shimmer – then lift their saturated eyelids and blaze, blaze all night long for no one.
Artist book Todo Sigue Igual (detail); photo by Pedro Wazzan, 2021
[…] the viewer is taken on their own journey, mirroring the one Linares represents in Between Islands and Peninsulas, an immigrant’s story that transports you over time, space, and destinations.
Linares’ varied use of materials allows her to create works that are simultaneously delicate yet durable. She seeks to capture the contradictions of the human condition through materiality. In the artist books Todo Sigue Igual, Agua Salada, and Alternative Realities, she uses seemingly disparate mediums to convey the coexistence of the contradictory emotions and ideas. The artist books, constructed geographies of text and images, evoke the feelings of nostalgia, displacement, and disorientation Linares experienced during her own diaspora.