rearriving..

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rearriving..

and I push

the door open

fallen

ash on the grate

heather and feather

dessicated

from a low sun

branched dials point to corners

the cold bed

the cobwebbed pump

from transparent matter

a conversation of sea and song

I throw my map into the fireplace

banked embers rise

living water flows

tea steeps

outside in the wind

woven blankets flap

in cool undercurrents

wandering geese

fly home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Felix culpa..

For a short time ( maybe a year ) I had an etching press ( I still do , but it’s in bits with nowhere to go ) This was 10 years ago, and a studio has never been reinstated. I came across this first movement towards book, poetry, and image and realise this has been a thread running through my life, like a spiders skein, fragile and frequently interrupted. I went to an evening class at a print workshop to get the text in place ( which was silk screened ) but felt powerless to continue the theme. Now I have discovered haiku/haiga etc and my early attempts at text and image have consolidated my desire to create artists’ books…Still, I am at a loss as to how to go forward. I present it here for your interest and for any helpful comments you may have, excuse the text, it has the honesty of feeling for the door jamb in the dark…….

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The background is a collograph. I then cut out various mineral stone shapes ( each one had it’s own meaning ) from zinc, and etched them, the text was then silk screened…..