In a time and place where the gracious mother Sophia, Goddess of Wisdom, weaves her tapestry from illustrations of William Blake and Arthur Rackham with assorted ephemera of men, animals and the flora of the world; where balloons sail to the moon goddess and the ancient world protrudes; where the Luna moth meets its namesake and the little sailor boy nods to the dead: the picture in motion hovers above the meditative music of John Davis.
"You are on a train and you are in a well and you are lying beneath the nighttime sky and as your eyes open and close, you find yourself learning not what looking feels like (as Bridget Riley painted) but what feeling looks like. There is no landscape without a body and no vision without a self. ...
ANCESTORS relates spiritual forefathers and foremothers in a purely fanciful sense. These are classical figures, anatomical figures, fairy tale figures and romantic figures all thrown in together, all from Lawrence Jordan's creative root-sources, in a kind of playful tribute. Like the second part...
and just as the swelter plateaus toward a vertical horizon
the curtain falls flat in motion
a hinge unlatches from sill
and a slab of paint is finally relieved, alighting
the window continues to open
and the window continues to open, continuing so
so that it has gone off the frame
a swift a...