The Offering (NAT Art Residence - 09/2024)

The NAT Art Residence (SM Pro Art Circle) has allowed me access to authentic examples of primitive mark making via the region’s prehistoric cave art sites. This coupled with the awesomeness of the limestone caves themselves inspired me to create a series of artworks inspired by this intimate connection to the offerings and forces of nature. Earthly connections that modern day technological life largely seems to think it has superseded. Therefore, the artworks are constructed from the natural world, ephemeral by nature, made by hand with no mechanical or technological intervention except for the digital documentation of these outcomes.

Home (9/19/24)

Look inside yourself

to see the flickering colours 

that dance

and caress your soul.

Harmonious, beyond time

carrying you,

boneless

emptied

home.

Cave of my heart (09/20/24)

Galloping across

the cave of my heart.

He came to me,

shuddering 

sensual 

strangely 

familiar.

And I am glad 

he has come.

To wash me 

clean 

in the ash

of ancient fires.

Everything else 

is child’s play.

Harvest (09/21/24)

Gather me for your harvest

Let the bees see me gone to seed

and calm me with soft pollened drones,

Into a daydream of flowered bliss,

A kiss

Before the bite of winter.

Take this worthy veil

For snails to trail 

their glisten upon

And bring their 

feelered song

Slowly forward.

Trance-like

Ready

For what may come.

Shield (09/22/24)

Take this shield,

I'll give it back to you.

Leave my freshly soaked

skin

and let the victim die,

whose suffered sword

has parried its last

with that flesh and blood torturer 

who knows no remorse.

Now,

stand anew,

naked 

vulnerable 

strong.

Your song is your own making.

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Offerings (09/25/24)

The weeds called,

their flower heads heavy

with drunken flies,

lies, and alibis 

as to time passing.

The mirror fastening,

onto tarnished crevices

 and gravity fed hollows

that wallow with,

the inedible.

In the dying day,

among the sway

of eucalypts,

all that was, is laid,

around the handsome trunk.

 Rumours of over dressing,

compressing,

the boundary drawn

with offerings 

of thorns, and discarded beauty.

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The Waves (09/27/24)

The waves danced

singing sparkles

wash-tossing sand

releasing wood 

to snag the day bright shore.

Through limestone time

drifted messages

interlock and reassemble,

to be interpreted

in the suntanned cove.

A bird’s bright eye

holds witness

to fibred Sanskrit 

before it all returns 

to the fold.

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The Hind (10/02/24)

Look up,

Swiftly,

To see

What is coming

Your way.

Smell the sky,

Scented

Quivering 

It might not be a bad thing…

That arrow,

heading straight for your heart!

Be as ready as you can be,

Regardless.