Troika: The Path of Least Resistance/ The Path of Most Resistance/ Delta, 2013
The ‘Light Drawings’ are a series of works on paper, the remains of electric discharges that appear in the shape of intricate repeat-basic forms.
There, in a process of defiant playfulness, the order of nature is revealed by the mean of a sophisticated and terrifying technology, while the tracery and vulnerability of the edges where it meets the void are reflections of our desire as human beings to ‘physically master’ nature.
'Path of Least Resistance' presents the remains of a 50,000 volts electric discharge as it burns its way through paper. The series of delicates fractal patterns reveal an imminently natural rule as the electric current propagates through the medium unpredictably but always where it is easier for it to go. The results evokes rivers, tributaries, oxbow lakes, blood vessels, veins, capillaries, and plant roots, the patterns of which all stemming from the same genetic law.
'Path of Most Resistance' forces the charge to assume a circular pattern, one of the first figures of abstraction, in an act reminiscent of the ‘Opera Contra Natura’ of promethean myths.
With ‘Delta’ (2013), the charred pathway distinctly assumes the patterning of a river delta.
Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”
I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.
The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?
The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?
Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”
No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.
You can find the original artist here. Please don’t remove her artist link. She’s an acquaintance of mine (I’ve admired her art for a while, but I met her officially when I made this Tumblr), and it pisses me off when people erase links to selfishly ~stylize~ their blog.