eggs have legs and other tales of intimate rebellion…Posted: April 26, 2019 | |
(more paintings from the end of earth 2019)
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.”― Rumi
as I sit with peaceful abandon
far out upon my churlish perch
painting pontifications of intimate expression
in relation with place and time and all,
I have most recently been given good cause to reflect…
not only upon an inherent inability for punctuation (and breath)
or the ability of egg (local and free range to boot),
both yolk and white, with most moist unctuous fluidity
to stick and bind and glaze (with a little vinegar to dilute;
PS1: tempera is not a light batter originating in Japan)
but upon movement and change and responsibility
and power and loss (and hence gain) and intent and motivation
and communication and honesty and truth
and (of course) magic and then stories and pictures and love.
the time has come to pick up our arms and dangle our feet
to the tune of an age old heartache – our connection (or lack of)
to life that gives and takes and breathes and yearns to live again.
so, thank you to the warriors,
the shouters and dancers,
the artists who care,
the thinkers who dare
to speak their thoughts for all and all and all,
hand in hand with birds and beasts,
with clouds and sea and rain falling in the sunshine fields.
I am me and you in you.
It is once more… rebellion!
this is not an intellectual activity,
doomed to a critical aloof
or heady reevaluation in words alone,
it is body and blood
striving for and in
© P Ward 2019