Eight o’clock, no later
You light the lamps.

The big one by the large
window,
The small one on your desk.

They are not to see by –
It’s still twilight out over the
sand.

The scrub oaks and
cranberries.
Even the small birds have not settled.

For sleep yet, out of reach
Of prowling foxes. No.

You light the lamps because
You are alone in your small house.

And the wicks sputtering gold
Are like two visitors with good stories.[1]


Beckon: A brief nod or gesture of the hand to bring someone closer. Closeness is so seldom now. A residual effect of the hardness of the world; shield yourself, protect your boundaries, blow a bubble and remain within it.

But, there is another way, different from what we were taught. Soft options beckon.

Beckon features the works of artists Anne Collier, Lucien Durey & Katie Kozak, Brendan Fernandes, Soo Kim, Benny Nemer, and Melanie Schiff. Each work tethers itself to the next like a string of pearls – declaring closeness as necessity. To beckon, to let in, to cherish, to hold.