I am the lampshade in the corner Put me in the center of the room, I don’t belong there Enjoy my miraculous hues and inevitable blues How I can dance for you on cue Why I am the lampshade in the corner Inevitable not to use So easy to abuse The lampshade in the corner For in the corner I may not light up the room Secluded to my diameter, I am only of so much use but I’ll paint your shade the loveliest imbue So don’t you dare bloom into blue Pull my chain and fix your view Don’t matter if it makes me used I am a lampshade, I am not meant to be new So when my bulb dilutes And my screws undo Please don’t forget the lampshade in the corner For I may not be bejeweled Limited to my own periphery Reminiscent of my youth It is with time, my ancient continuity begins to ruin
Artist Statement: I find a fascination in the poetics of light. Their flexible fashion and emotional satisfaction. How the observance is a use, an illumination of the spirit. The device stimulates our needs but we overlook the torture in what a device bears. The dim of a bulb, rust in a screw, a replacement on the way. A lampshade is dispensable, for it is all but a lampshade.