exhibitions archive: novel light



 

Visit Shooting the Light by Richard Pelletier

fish food

Squirming and wriggling
I finally begin to regain my senses.
things are really off
all so different.
Ethereal
sounds somehow magnified
holding something in my small...!

WHAT!!! the hands of a boy!
Touching my head, that seems normal
beard feels scaly past 5 o'clock shadow perhaps.

Gurgling eardrums, sounds strangely muffled yet louder
senses so alien—?
A fish swims past my head >