"Breasts" A poem by Reed Gage with ceramic letters by Wali Hawes.
Letters in semi-porcelain clay from Seto. Underglaze decorated with a
transparent glaze. Oxidation fired to 1220C. Approx 13cms high.
a thousand letters were used to compose this poem. The letters laid out
measured 10 metres x 4 metres.
Selected for The Oppai Art Lab, Kyoto. 2001
Breasts by Reed Gage
"Breasts!" Big and bouncy, wide or wobbly, small and white (or dark)
Nipples! Nipples! That protrude like teats or flat ones
(like poker chips) and brownish-coloured nipples, pinkish nipples and even
reddish ones too, smooth ones, corrugated ones, sensitive nipples or not
so sensitive or unfeeling numb nipples.
How about breasts that are as hard
as rocks? Like a gymnast or gold medal swimmer? Or soft and squeezable
ones that fill your hands like putty. Or breasts set wide apart or close
together with no cleavage, slight cleavage or deep cleavage.
We can call
them boobs, tits, jugs, knockers or bosoms. These warm protoplasmic skin
bags are composed mainly of water, fat and salt. Why then do men kill for
them, dream of them and helplessly grapple for them?
As kids suckle them,
lesbians knuckle them,
sex fanatics strive for them,
young girls envy
bra designers fit them and ladies carry them somewhere between their
shoulders and stomachs.
And useful, aren`t they?
As a pillow for a small
boy`s head, or a cushion between two dancers dancing.
These breasts, a
creative form from the creator to further differentiate woman and man
ultimately brings them closer together.