“You are (on) an island”
Originally made in 2011 for the Sacred and Profane art festival on Peaks Island, Maine. Eggert and her collaborator toured the sculpture around the UK on the back of a flatbed truck for two weeks in January 2013. The word ‘on’ blinks rhythmically on and off. For the moment that single word remains unilluminated, a new phrase with a different meaning emerges.
Photo: Mike Fleming
I’m sorry I keep waiting for you to fall. You’re my trapeze swinger, with every heart wrenching, beautiful trick you do, I always have that thought tucked in the back of my mind that you could fall. And with you will fall my heart and I don’t think I’m strong enough to pick up the pieces again. You’re beautiful. In every way. You are my perfect and you are everything I ever could have asked for. You make your words feel real. Like they’re meant to be said. I don’t know how to keep you. Because I don’t even know how to keep myself. And I have hardly a heart to leave with you but I don’t think I can pick up the pieces again if you fall with it. Maybe you’re worth the fall…