Two poems: Paphos Gate & Moonrise
Where Water Meets Land | By Heather O'Brien Three-channel 35mm Film, 120 slides, 25 min, 2014 - 2016. We take pictures so we can forget. We see decades of internment, nationalism, and domesticity. Projections transform into fantasy, ruminating in the unfamiliar. To forget is the only way to remember. Paphos Gate Flags on the walls mark claims, but the walls themselves do not take sides. Stone upon stone upon stone. Who lived, who died? The walls do not tell us. But the city echoes, layered with everything visible and hidden and longing for mercy. I can't see the dead buried
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