Damien Meade b. 1969

"On a pyre on the banks of the Ganges in Varanasi, a fire rips through

the middle of a long object wrapped in brightly coloured sheets. Time

passes, and the form collapses. A long section tumbles to the ground and is

tossed back onto the hungry inferno.

The object absorbs my gaze. The object of my gaze is consumed. The

consumed object is absorbed. The object that gazed is consumed."