I am falling behind! I have made so many paintings since I painted this, I cannot really remember the person who made this painting, about 15 days ago. But the painting started like this:
and then went on to this:
This is an invented landscape. So who knows what dreams behind that hill, whereto that road over a half-ploughed field from another season, somewhere in Cullinan?
Yesterday I purchased a new book of poetry – this one called Naked in the Sea, by Marie Marshall, an award winning poet who posts some of her poems right here on WordPress. Some of these poems carry turns of phrase such as “..we will be whispered down” – phrases that take me right into silence and the wonder of not-knowing.
She starts off her poem “Leaf 22″ like this:
Time is now a commodity for wasting, so say the long minutes of daylight, and the backscatter memories, brave in the sky, of no more than half-dark. And yet each day there is a minute or two eaten away, a pixel here and there taken from a whole, day-long picture, and the wise, sad, glass-half-empty person knows she will wake up one day and there will be the end of the precious season. Marshall, Marie. Naked in the Sea. P'kaboo Publishers. Kindle Edition.
As with many of Marshall’s poems, this one ends with a leap that turns my senses onto themselves:
Why do I spend my time dancing here, do you know?
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