Thou Wonder, and thou Beauty, and thou Terror
– Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Epipsychidion”
Too much of a brute to read poetry of my own volition, I found Shelley’s Epipsychidion following Elysia Crampton’s traces. Among the many scholarly and religious references she usually drops in her work, Crampton once mentioned a poetry book by Pedro Salinas, a Spanish writer who spent almost half of his life in the US. Love and exile were two of Salinas’s main subjects, and both appear in My voice because of you, the tome I took Shelley’s epigraph from. And although Shelley’s verse stands as a succinct phenomenology of love, it could also describe Elysia Crampton’s art: Monster trucks as angelic creatures, showering sparks in a choreography of brutal grace. Engines of flesh and sinew ridding themselves of some puny rag dolls’ fictitious control. Psychogeography and landscape becoming a single entity on the trail of a Ford Ranger. A rattle powerful enough to levitate metal, transform it in elation, then break it.