Hippocrene Runs Dry Yasmin Kaytmaz August 9 – September 15, 2019

Weight bearing fraud For who is not the lecturer alongside the hypocrite Attic stairs drop down and a window lights the way to cement limbs grown again Darkness trails through the ceiling, light appears from behind All things hidden drop down heavy

Right hoof forward Strong foundations for the lamented agony of time Wood is frail Lean on

Ground hit Ladder turned stone Joints disabled Back to the starting gate.

*** Hippocrene Runs Dry lays out the conspiring events of paradox, the misleading, the unforeseen, the known, but hope to be forgotten and the events that follow the tragedy of uncovering the devious truth.

Never was it that easy. The water didn’t always taste so pure. Did the Greeks ever ask themselves, waking up in a sweat… “Does the idea have legs? Does it move? Or does it simply collapse under its own weight?”

These are the last vestiges of a brutal race, the surviving fragments after laps over millennia. Unstable forms. Unholy creations.

*** Hippocrene on Mount Helicon is the mythic, sacred spring of the Muses. The “fountain of the horse,” sprung forth when Pegasus stamped its hoof and brought bubbling waters of inspiration… The divine act of creation. Athena bursting from the brow of Zeus…

Here’s a riddle: Can you use your own legs while riding on the backs of others? Or does one negate the other? Here’s another: What creature walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, three in the evening? Has the march of time made us all weary? Have the waters run us dry?

______Yasmin Kaytmaz (b.1995) previously attended Parsons The New School and focused primarily on sculpture in the Fine Art Department. She is currently a living and working artist in New York City.

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