CosmiKnot

white feather As I lay on the black disc of the 8 ft in Demeter trampoline entombed by netted walls staring down the wishing well of infinity curve blue a small white cloud was dropped into the azure field of my vision. Whereupon it became A tiny fluffy white feather thousands of miles above the earth falling silently like a speeding weightless bullet onto the tip of my right big toe. What does this mean? I wonder staring at the clouds. Oh I give up.

 I've painted my mum for The harry Pye curated show, Mothers which opens in Chester's contemporary art space Thursday 8th March. Here's a close up. She's in her district nurses uniform as I remember it. I was about 9 when she became one and the transformation into blue really struck me. She seemed important and useful. Until then she had never worn a uniform at home.

As I lay on the eight foot In diameter trampoline Engulfed by her netted walls Staring down the wishing Well of infinity curve blue A small white cloud Was dropped Into the azure field of my vision Whereupon it became A tiny fluffy white feather Thousands of miles above the earth Falling silently Like a weightless bullet Onto the tip Of my right big toe. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4