For Edna Andrade:
I’ve been scanning pdfs
Of women’s arts catalogues
For her entries. One might think,
There is no connection
Between her and me,
But we shared these Philadelphia streets,
That same academy,
Galleries in locks,
Prints at the Art Alliance,
Our membership in the caucus.
Her optical paintings always reminded
Me of light boxes, distilled in space.
I stared at them at the ICA
Unable to plot out her methods,
The factors prime and discrete.
I envisioned a mobius,
Stripped through the canvas,
Manifold In knot theories,
Her objects defied topology,
Now she enters her own algorithms.
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