Monday 27 January 2020

Urban Grids and Garden Beds

From studying and reflecting on maps to artworks, the process can be similar. Describing what we see, what the artwork makes us think and feel, what it might be telling us. Establishing a connection. Looking, really looking. These poems are reflections on the work of Emmellee Rose, an artist from Dunedin.



REGULAR, BUT NOT

Lines and lines
and rows and rows
of intersecting strips.
Colours muted
into shades of grey
and black,
no white.
Like cars on a highway
racing off to sights unseen
leaving shadows in their wake.
Roads intersecting
and interlocking
creating squares and rectangles of space.
Regular
but irregular,
Ordered
but disordered,
Parallel
but not.
Like nature
nothing uniform
nothing perfect.

- Christine Philp




ART-WORDS NON-WOVEN

Life is not a journey
not a pathway, roadway, airline flight, or rail, to
a place, terminus, initiation, euphoria, being-ness, un-being
It is made in pieces
each part fine, apparent, short, finite, long
conversing, intercoursing, communicating, touching with
the being / dying / living of others,
meeting / greeting / chatting / arguing /
orphaned / loving / lost
A quilt, a cloth, a pile of matchsticks
coloured / toned / aligned / randomised / uncontrolled

BUT  each touch, thought, look, memory
holds my Art-Work together

- Kate Jenkins




SUBURB

lawn, shrub
   titoki
   flax
   nikau
tamed, tidied
light reflects
colour of leaves
strategic placement
Designed

- Kate Jenkins




GOOGLE MAPS

scattered lines
like all my thoughts
less black and white
but a changing shade
across and up
at every level

- Simon Little

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