Lesley Dill
Tesla, 2025
Copper foil, organza, wire, paint, micron pen, mulberry paper
28 1/4 x 23 1/2 inches
34 x 28 1/2 inches framed
34 x 28 1/2 inches framed
Copyright The Artist
I't struck me—every Day— The Lightning was as new As if the Cloud that instant slit And let the Fire through— It burned Me—in the Night— It Blistered to My...
I"t struck me—every Day—
The Lightning was as new
As if the Cloud that instant slit
And let the Fire through—
It burned Me—in the Night—
It Blistered to My Dream—
It sickened fresh upon my sight—
With every Morn that came—
I thought that Storm—was brief—
The Maddest—quickest by—
But Nature lost the Date of This—
And left it in the Sky—"
— Emily Dickinson #362
The Lightning was as new
As if the Cloud that instant slit
And let the Fire through—
It burned Me—in the Night—
It Blistered to My Dream—
It sickened fresh upon my sight—
With every Morn that came—
I thought that Storm—was brief—
The Maddest—quickest by—
But Nature lost the Date of This—
And left it in the Sky—"
— Emily Dickinson #362