16 Dust Motesby Will Santino
Collect your choice of gallery quality Giclée, or fine art prints custom trimmed by hand in a variety of sizes with a white border for framing.
ABOUT THE ART
In a dark room a man sits alone facing a shaft of moonlight that connects the window to the floor. Within the quicksilver beam a million minute bodies obambulate and swirl. Some seem completely still; others ride needle-sized updrafts or the scattered filaments of an expired breeze. The haggard, ghost-faced man is Robert Hooke, fellow of the Royal Society. He holds a pair of Viennese ebony tweezers in his right hand, and slowly moves their whittled mandibles into the moonlight, as if dipping them into water. Then, in a blink, he plucks a mote of dust from its constellation.
Under the microscope, Hooke has learned, a mote of dust is a magical object, a grit of sleep from an angel’s inner canthus, a thing of crustacean whorl and machine-like excrescence, with flanges and tenacula and tiny, pileus-tipped spines. Each mote is different. With one eye to his microscope, he sketches their shape and detail in ink. The candle on his desk weeps hot wax between glowing red gargoyles. When he is finished drawing the mote, he releases it, and catches another. He continues his work until the candle’s wick is drowned, and the shaft of silver turns to morning gold.