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.
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.