SCOOTER LAFORGE
I painted these rooms in the home of Izhar Patkin.
Below is a poem by Jorge Clar about them
Hello Deer
I just came from a blue corner
You are taking care
Of a little one
Not sure if among flowers or underwater
I was dreaming
Gigantic birds or their ancestors
Of some kind, flanking
A scant forest in a swampland
Riding on the back…
What was I?
A dark cloud
Sometimes in detail and sometimes in general form
Moving in all directions
I remember the eyes
The long extremity pointing to another way
They say one goes to Egypt
When it’s time to ponder
Symbol of materiality
With which I grapple:
It was in this room
I consulted with goddesses and gods…
Horus, Hatmehit
The hours, life and protection
A table set with half moons
Gazing at the trompe l'oeil
Of another chamber opening
After reading a cartouche
A scarab came over
And took me through a door
To an infant in a basket
Floating on a river…
I remembered a story of marshmallows
Orange was the color
Of the next stage
Climbing down a ladder
Of leisure and attention
Where lyres play
Flutes permeating the air
Physicality augmented
Organs in proportion
To golden scale
The sleep fell from my eyes
And I realized
The experience was one
Walking through rooms
Life in hallowed places, specific periods
Happen in layers traversed
Where the mind is set