Heart, you have no house
This lonely heart poem is from American poet Theodore Roethke. I found one of his poetry collection in the streets of New York a few months ago and it has followed me all the way to Swifts Creek, in rural Victoria.
My friend Juli, who has been a fervent supporter of my art, chose as part of her pledge for my kickstarter campaign, this following quote for me to work on:
Outside the frost sparkling
Along the edge of the chair,
Close to cypress frames,
On the black wooden fences,
Along the rutted road-crown,
The dirt glittering
Brighter than fresh waves
Or moon-washed phosphorus
I thought to create a work based on this glittering, phosphorescent and sparkling poem, not very sure where to start from. So I went for an early wander along the river, before the sun reaches the top of the hill. At that time, everything is quiet as if nature waited for the light to be.
After playing with frozen reeds, watching closely the shiny rocks covered in frost and taking many pictures of unknown weeds, I finally headed to my studio to create this painting/collage.
Influenced by the Chinese calligraphers who join text to their painting, I wrote my morning thoughts:
I walked out with the sun,
before the frost disappeared.
The fog trapped in the bed of the river
escaped and staid there for a while,
not knowing where to go.
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