Monday, 17 December 2012

Writings

A poem written by the artist during the process of completing a recent work, The Rapture of Recognition.


There are pieces that flirt across the minds eye
that find,
purchase without cause,
vibrating in breathless anticipation
 coupling thus in enlightened understanding.

Pierced by fragmented thought
woven in tempered beauty,
a tapestry reveals in intricate touch, 
this message unspoken.

Now one stands truly alone,
  in unerring silence,
born of singular need,
 listening.

The whispering of secrets held so tight
as to be unwavering. 

--J.D.W. 
 

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