A Poem for Thursday.

Not Getting Wet

The wet dress
warm sand running through her fingers
tiny shells
unprecious stones.

No point in being
by the sea and
not getting wet.

New Work.

I seem to need a starter in my art.

"Starter for ten"...I hear you cry!

A muse, a book, an exhibition, a poem.

A visit to the Tate in Liverpool

or the Walker.

I saw an exhibition of Chinese artists just before Christmas.

The purity of the line and the meagreness of the palette was scrumptious.

So in need of something tangible I pulled out this book from the shelf.

I bought it in a second hand book shop quite a while ago and had a bit of a look from time to time.

All the artists are of the 20th c.

Li K'e-jan: Poets under Trees with Falling Leaves.

( describes this perfectly)

Me: Shell lying on the Beach in Goa.

( does it work?)

Lin Feng-mien: Herons in the Reeds.

( So few brush strokes).

Me: Driftwood Root with Stones Encased.

( did I get a bit too precious?)

Lin Feng-mien: Landscape with Yellow Trees.

Me: Driftwood with Hole - Found on the Bay.

(well I really did)

Lin Feng-mien: Actor in the Classical Opera.

Me : Large Driftwood in the Shape of Hiroshige's Wave.

( the name Hiroshige is classical!)

Why do the title's of the Chinese artists have such an authentic ring to them,

While mine might seem a little contrived I'm asking myself.

Ah well, I could call them....

Driftwood I

Driftwood II

Driftwood III

and Shell I

In fact I think I have, on the flickr site!!