As we nimbled our way around the prim and proper hedges.
As we dazed along the muddied ribboned tracks
As we side by side brushed the dead soil
Object as prompt and world
I painted a little wood panel just now.
It prompted me to write those words above.
The painting is like a view finder into my interior world.
It is a source of inspiration.
As we muddied along
Pressing and pushing the dirt, moulding the path to our boots
The thorns prickle me as I move past,
Romp romp romp
A walk is a stage on which public rights play out.
The painting has depth, it recedes into the recesses of my mind, a tunnel.
As I paint I tunnel.
Tunnels going further down into memory.
Image from: https://gagosian.com/artists/howard-hodgkin/
Looking through a tunnel at a memory. Unearthed under layers of memory, emotion, mood..
Georgina Harris 