original painting
acrylic, pencil and pastel on stretched canvas
60 x 60 cm
there’s a place in the air
in-between
in our fingers
where a disco ball spins
throwing light into corners
there’s a shape in the sky
made by breath in our ears
whose din in the dim
turns a dark vault to clear
there’s a dance to be had
in-between
made by breath
which by two, wit then wait
which by us, curly straight
* If you've got a question about Disco please send me a message.
