I Flanked My Screens By Two Stone Lions / Guardianship for Turned On Screens
At the temple where we’re instructed to touch the pedestals of taller statues when their elevated bodies are out of reach for some hands, two stone lions play guard. Petrified imposing vestiges of the old guard trusted with a mission to protect the fragile formation of crystals on our TV screens and inverted images on our retinas. Flickering screens are sentinelled with guards while advertisements appear totemic in the night, ablaze with human features, stealing our eyes without as much as a warning.
Two guardians stopped looking alike with time until coming full circle to be identical again in appearance and demeanour, a complete fabrication we’ve long lost the roots of in the web of our dreams. A product of reverie or two petrified bodies stuck on the other side of intimacy.
Looks are leaked between us with unmatched fidelity to liquid behaviour, overflowing our eye sockets, incapacitating our eyelids, cursed to see in our sleep. We’ll be subtle. We throw eyes, wander and fixate our looks even when sight is frail around the edges.