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Chloe Dalton is a lesbian ceramic artist currently based in Chicago. Through texture, form, and installation, she creates narratives that compel viewers to consider their relationship with the land and, ultimately, their connection to the divine. She graduated in 2024 from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago with a Bachelor's of Fine Arts with an emphasis in Ceramic Sculpture.
Additional Poem
We were standing on a bridge in the forest
Standing on a bridge
(ARTIFICE) trees stripped and bared, laid out beneath our feet
We were standing on a bridge watching the leaves dancing in the doorway between
Heaven and Earth
We were talking about magic
How the air was rich and HEAVY with it
how it tasted of metal and mold
A crisp rot and decay because it wasn’t summer anymore
The cicadas drone the leaves shuffle the trees groan
“I didn’t know the forest was this loud.”
“I wish I knew what they were saying.”
“The trees?”
“Yes, the trees.”
In that moment, I began to
Listen
Listen
Listen.
The air cooled, and the breeze turned to gusts, and we both began to walk
(a little faster, a little faster),
a strident awareness of our place in the world: two sisters in a vast and startling forest, the comfort of solitude now wilderness biting at our ankles. Our arms were linked, our strides (yours slightly shorter than mine) keeping pace when we heard the sirens, the smack and scrape of the wind in the canopy above. Perhaps it was hubris to think the trees were warning us of danger; perhaps it was a confirmation that the eyes we felt pressing into our skin were indeed there.
Then the deathrattle of a giant silencing the birds, the grind of rusty scissors against silver thread, the scrape of metal on glass.
when a tree falls in the forest, but no one is around to hear it, does it make a