‘Questions for and from the heads’
excerpted from a poem by Maureen Hynes

But first I want to know what your eyes saw when you emerged from your plaster molds, what name was embroidered on each of your hard white pillows. Do you speak among yourselves at night in one ceramic language?

What do your heads contain and why do you frighten me?

O little ones, what sports most attract you? What herbs and fruits, jewels, birds? What tastes – ginger or chocolate or linden flower tea?

What dwellings do you favour? Nests or treehouses or mansions?

About Face 2012

Installation shot David Kaye Gallery • Photo Shani Parsons