Jane Brucker's "Bouquet"
Grandmother’s gone, pack her stuff.
Pressed flowers from a wedding rest in the
Bible.
A bouquet, the word has a sound and an aroma,
reminding she loved
lavender.
A box of letters in French, though your ancestors were
Irish.
A map and engineering plans signed with your father’s name.
An artist at her easel with haunting eyes in a daguerreotype.
Pieces combine in assemblage becoming, converting your soul.
Together they tell a story.
Fearless, open the box of secrets.
A sprinkler valve key opens.
Graceful wiring, ancient timepieces
and scissors to cut your nosegay.
Jane Brucker’s assemblage pieces installation
are exhibited at SPARC in
South Pasadena until June 2nd 2015
1121 Mission Street
Jane’s work combines
found objects, performance and community.
Thomas Moore
“Like the gale, that sighs
along
Beds of oriental flowers,
Is the grateful breath of song,
That once was heard in happier hours.
Fill'd with balm the gale sighs on,
Though the flowers have sunk in death;
So, when pleasure's dream is gone,
Its memory lives in Music's breath. “
Beds of oriental flowers,
Is the grateful breath of song,
That once was heard in happier hours.
Fill'd with balm the gale sighs on,
Though the flowers have sunk in death;
So, when pleasure's dream is gone,
Its memory lives in Music's breath. “
BOUQUET
JANE BRUCKER
South Pasadena
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