Close ups of ink and texture:
Cove, 17 x11.5cm, acrylic paint, pen and ink on card
My fourth artwork based on one of the poems in Loqui by Greg Webster that I bought a few months ago.
The first layer of ink started off way more figurative but developed into something a little bit more abstract. I’m quite happy with the development as after the first few layers I wasn’t sure whether I should just throw away the idea and start again. I’m quite happy that I persevered with this piece.
Again with this piece, hopefully you can see my inspiration tangled within the words of the poem:
Where the black rock is silvered with moon spittle
violins of night cries squeal knife fights
and my own baritones, guttural roars
are the bowed strings of longing,
the song from the hulls of ships gone .
Come in to my cove, wild seas.
I cannot promise halos
but with black wings
I can draw a shadow
where there used to be.
And when the tears are torn from the skies
burrow down into the crook, the cradle of the bay
And I will set us in stone,
if only you stay.
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