Grief House Revisited
Part One: Religious Habits
I’m going to share artworks and extra material from my 2022 solo show, Grief House. Each subject is related to the wilderness of grief, and all that might be found at the boundaries of that exploration. Today I’m sharing a taste of the Religious Habit.
Hear the poem below:
Religious Habit
by Abigail Platter
Formed in the Wilderness
Dawned as a crown
Among the fickle
Feckless messes
Matted up peacocks
Butter’d up headdresses
You know the stakes
And just where to place them
Lines in the dirt
Right where it hurts
Right where you can break them
Pinkies out no room for doubt
Tail feather fanning
Frothing at the mouth
It’s an Eye for an eye
Pig snout to the sky
It’s a pig sty
It’s a Big surprise
They’ve made a monument
And it’s a lie
Formed in the Wilderness
Dawned as a crown
The Religious Habit
Baptized and drowned
They say Eye Witness
A boldface account
I say animal hitlist
Knees hit the ground
I Hear the prayers
Hyenas laugh too
Does heaven tear open
For a sinner like you?
Sketches and Reference:
Prints of Religious Habit Watercolor:
Original Available: Email abigail.platter@gmail.com for inquiry.