City of Sugar
Inside a wooden crate is a scene that resembles the ruins of an old civilization created by piles of sugar cubes. It alludes to the past and future of cities and their changes in the passage of time.
A poem City of Sugar was written by ryan fitzpatrick as part of his project that ask people to commission him poems. The poem is his response to my work City of Sugar.
City of Sugar
The city slowly melts. We keep the sun out. We put up shanty walls. We watch things crumble in the rain. We suck it up.
Each block is a slow ruin. We swarm the streets. We walk them based on our intake. We measure the space in calories. We carb.
Boxes in boxes in boxes. We ship ourselves over tense borders. We keep the lid shut. We hear the ocean and draw portraits of it. Our city must be waterproof.
A skyscraper is stacked consumption. We build a monument. We lean against its outer wall with our mouths open. We swallow the glucose that pours across our mandibles.
Cracks let things in. We read by the light of helicopters. We open windows when it gets hot. We lock our doors. We read careful recipes. We bake when it gets cold.
The city slowly pools at our feet. We shake it from our heels.
2010