Lost in Translation?
What happens when we move art from one medium to another? A series of renderings.
Student Work: Poetry
Nuit de Noël, 1963
"The simple joy of the dance being enjoyed by the young lovers, faces lit up by their shy smiles, echoing the anticipation coupled with uncertainty of a new day for their nation"
Hello to All That
"New York is not your lover. Open the oven,/The L train in summer, she is not making/Your dinner, not kissing your cheek hello"
From the Fragile Series
"Are you dressed/in clouds//Or simply in kimonos/dipped in dyes/of blue?" Poetry set to music.
Two Poems – Madeleine Walker
"They move the house from the hills to the mountains
on the back of a pickup truck."
