Painting into words

Above, the painting as it is now. I have to take a step back to decide whether it is completed or not. The following free verse, arises out of re-reading the painting, working through the layers of thought that are embodiedĀ in its poiesis:   YOUR OWN MEANING   What if you could begin again? Organelle, […]

Face to Face – Emerging as Itself

  Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon. https://iwp.uiowa.edu/whitmanweb/en/writings/song-of-myself/section-44   (moving top right towards bottom left)   […]

I made it so

the painting continues:   I see the painting is beginning to come into itself – I am more and more wrapped up in it. Take a step back – we become too bound up in each other and I have to stay in control of this.   Capture it, transfer it to this screen – […]