Fragile Composititon

P8 - Joanne Hayakawa, Fragile Composition

Joanne Hayakawa
American, b. 1949

Fragile Composititon
1995
Porcelain
Gift of the Nora Eccles Treadwell Foundation
1996.60


Fragile Composition
by Taylor Fang

Two holes in the back, the eyes
of the world. And the rivers:
supine, twisting
in jade and dappled oyster,
cracks forming only
at the surface.
They say she is fragile:
the way her neck, like the slender
branch of a tree,
or a wine bottle,
reaches upward.
The way her bones
jut outwards, skin sinking
into pockets
of empty space. Slab of body:
pale, dusted.
Empty, as if waiting
to fill with the sounds of the world,
a distant humming
that echoes in her chest.
Yet still,
I’m reminded
of the lean tendons and wild crest
of a horse, the muscle
of the red earth. Soil
that ripples, smoothed by years
of erosion, shaped
into furrows
by a palm of water.
Clear as the sky
after rain:
shape of the heart
and the fragile vessels
it calls home.