The Drifter.
Based on the poem “The Drifter” by K Jayakumar.
The Drifter by K Jayakumar.
Holding the compass of uncertainties,
Carrying the baggage of memories,
The drifter is drifting along with the tides…
Without boundaries or borders,
Floating with the moment,
The drifter is weaving timeless dreams…
Playing with the shadow and light,
Swinging with the hands of time,
Unbound in the truth of freedom,
The drifter is living in the moment…
The journey of love and joy,
Build in every pause life takes,
Never holding back the voyage,
The drifter survives in the passion…
Miles and milestones left behind,
The strides always ahead of the past,
Moving forward in the distance,
The drifter fades between the lines of present and future…
The Drifter.
Based on the poem “The Drifter” by K Jayakumar. I wanted to draw a magnetic compass. I buried my wet paper under rocks, leaves and soil, squirted it with brown and blue watercolour paint and left it to dry. It cleaned up as I wanted, looking like a map, so I found a poem to give it a story.
Orig 21 x 21cm Large 29.4 x 29.4cm
You Cannot Conquer Time. This is a beautiful poem, and it mentions seven, so that was the go ahead for me. Based on the WH Auden poem “As I walked out one evening”
As I Walked Out One Evening. WH Auden (1907 – 1973)
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.
‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street.
‘I’ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
‘’The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.’
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
‘O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
‘In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
‘In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
‘Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver’s brilliant bow.
‘O plunge your hands in the water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you’ve missed.
‘The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
‘Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
‘O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
‘O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.’
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
You Cannot Conquer Time.
Ahh…. the reality of loving as opposed to the outpouring of grand declarations of the young in-lover.
Orig 18.1 x 13.3cm Large 25.3 x 18.6cm
Seven Senses.
Inspiration for “Seven Senses” by David Schuppan
I will lay you down in petals of lavender and rose,
I will touch you with my whispers
and with my sighs my arm enclose.
Seven Senses.
We should live and make love with all seven senses…smell, feeling, speech, movement, taste, sight, hearing. I tied it up with a love poem from my husband.
Orig 21 x 21cm Large29.4 x 29.4cm
