Postcards from Klimt From behind the complex wall of colour That shields the artist from the boisterous world, The mirror between Art and autonomy, Patronage and relevance, Public and private, Death and life, Klimt spoke for himself; Not in the sea-sick language Of words Spoken or on a page, But through postcards and paint, Intertwined […]
Tag: Art
I was reminded of this by meredith84’s drawing ‘The long goodbye’
When I saw meredith84’s drawing, its strong lines and round shapes reminded me of a love poem I wrote some time ago. I can imagine the drawing being developed into a piece of sculpture. Stone When you are gone I am like a solitary stone On the shore, Washed up by the sea, Threatening in […]
writing in north norfolk 