Because Holzer now thinks of herself mostly as a reader, rather than a writer, she is happiest reimagining space with light, color, and form suffusing it, while a powerful beam is projecting poetry into the night—poetry with all its paradoxes, ironies, contradictions, understatements, and devastating truths.
In the New Yorker, poet Henri Cole reflects on conceptual artist Jenny Holzer’s luminous projections of poetry onto physical spaces. “Because her aim is to illuminate and reveal, she is different from the moon, whose light can create dangerous shadows in our everyday world,” Cole writes.
