She is there,
Laid before him. Green silk covers drape
Leaving the imagination lurking. He strums her legs,
Like the strings of a harp played ever so gently. Pink pumps
Slid up her calf, waves of ebony sprawl behind flowing into notes
Of his design. Tracing fingers down her curves. Each crescendo
He quickens pace. She pulsates, anticipation to the rhythm,
Drums beating in the background
Breathless; She awaits his apex.
He knows how to play her.
My eyes crawl up her honey
Brown skin lighter than my own.
She has become fixed into a frame,
Something to hang. Faceless From behind,
She needs no face. From the dust of keys etched along
Our curves I breathe life into them. Morphing them, into us.
Now you become my musician. Stroke my legs like the strings
Of a guitar. Explore my keys learn each tone, pull my locks
Like the slide of a trombone. Feel the grace of my neck
By the touch of your lips. I am not a delicate harp,
Ravish me. And I’ll reply through a symphony
With no rest, acapella moans and a bridge
Of sighs. An atmosphere composed
Of music. Your hand touches
The hem of my sheet. Tease;
Pluck once, twice,
You know how to play me.
Daniel is from Ann Arbor Michigan and is currently a Sophomore pursuing a BA in Advertising and a BA in Photography.
How did creating art for this accessible exhibit change your artistic process or perspective?
I think that creating the art for the exhibit really opened my eyes as to who can experience art. Before, art only seemed like something that could only be viewed, but now I know that it can be so much more than that.
How did it feel watching guests engage with art?
It was a little strange, but satisfying seeing people touch my work. Since I have always seen art as a look, don’t touch sort of thing it was weird seeing people put their hands all over my piece.