The Life Model and the Bar This piece was begun in a life drawing class, hosted in an artshop in Benalla. The owner of the artshop was a gorgeous, effervescent, bohemian woman. She dripped flare and sensuous confidence. There had been a male model organised to join the other two women posing but he’d reneged […]
I wrote this piece 5yrs ago, and whilst the artist hasn’t changed her slap dashed typo and run ways, she certainly survives… THE CHURN I am endlessly twitching art into tight spaces- it copes- it survives and in some ever learning and growing way thrives in the dark damp tight places. Like moss and butcher […]
A flood churns, rips, overwhelms. Under the pulse of a false tide, one that froths at the edges. A drunk man churns, rips, threatens. Under the pulse of a false tide, one that froths at the edges. It, smothers life’s detail making the world invisible. He, smothers his wife’s detail to make her fear visible.
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