work by Anna Queen and Heryk Tomassini

curated by James Maurelle

How calm,

As if the sea lay waste at the horizon, it is calm themselves

How irregularly calm

Two shores further ocean

The wane a blanket gray pearl, is yet beholden

Sudden water on its side, degrees uneven and toil

Nor adornment, nor boast, nor reconciliation, or consolation

Ah, for this day to be undone, the trail, destruction in its wake.

-James Maurelle, “Statement for Lastre,” 2019