Thin Sticks Walking by Annie Kerr
Thin sticks, walking. Tumbleweed dot of
dog runs beside them and away like a
looping thread. Fading smaller they are
merging with ground bound rain of mirage
shimmer, where refraction pulls their
movements into a staccato dance from a
chaotic pen. They break up like static, hit
the lip before they fall into the abyss of
distance too far to see.
And after their falling
the stillest space. Endless sand.
Forever sky reflecting in the mirror of
shallows. A canvas that shows the
tiniest change. It waits for a new word
on an empty page.
Read more about British artist, Ruth Stage, here
When I discovered Ruth Stage's paintings Annie Kerr's poem came to mind. I'm sure you can see why.
Robyn, These are beautiful, as is the poem. I prefer the one without the figures, but they are all stunning. xoxo
ReplyDeleteRuth also paints meadows which I find very beautiful, but the
Deletesea paintings showing "Endless sand.
Forever sky reflecting in the mirror of
shallows" are my favourites.
Hi Robyn. Thanks so much for pairing my words alongside such stunning art. These paintings are reminiscent of the beaches where I grew up and have walked all my life. I remember you liked these words way back when I first posted them. That was in 2008!!, so I'm pleased they still resonated with you. Thanks for introducing me to a new artist. What an inspiration! Ax
ReplyDeleteAnnie, I'm so pleased the paintings resonated with you. Your poem and Ruth's paintings are packed with memories for me. The joy of beach walks and feeling the freedom of huge expanses of sand and sea.
DeleteIt is the best thing ever when you find a poem or a piece of writing which fits in perfectly with a picture. Love these finds, both the poem and the gorgeous paintings.
ReplyDeleteThis is a completely different post to the one I planned but when I discovered Ruth's paintings I knew Annie's words were a perfect fit.
DeleteBeautiful post and inspiration. I like the new look to your blog, too!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ruth. The words and images sir up memories don't they?!
DeleteOh yes, this is such a beautiful delicious post, thank you!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed the post Linda Sue. I'm feeling the tug to go off to the sea again.
DeleteRobyn - the poem and images go perfectly together! Such inspiration.
ReplyDeleteVery calming aren't they?!
DeleteA lovely pairing... :)
ReplyDeleteI thought so :-)
DeleteRuth Stage certainly knows shores and interprets them well... the calm, the space, the subtle movement of waves on the sand.
ReplyDelete.... and the slick shine on the expanse of sand.
DeleteThanks for the introduction to this artist, her work is so beautiful. Love the poem too.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed them, Kathryn.
Deletethe edge of the sea is the most soothing place for the soul, it's like watching our planet breathing.
ReplyDelete...like watching our planet breathing ..... I love that!
DeleteI agree Robyn. Each is a perfect accompaniment for the other.
ReplyDeleteYou must know beaches like these, Weaver.
Deleteof course you did!
ReplyDeleteIndeed :-)
DeleteThese remind me of the feeling I get when at the beach on a large body of water of how small and insignificant I am.
ReplyDeleteExactly..... my heart always skips a beat.
DeleteThese paintings are alive... There's movement in them, depth and infinity. Calm, "soft", and with a special sunlight! Very intriguing! Thanks for the links - it was interesting to read about the way Ruth Stage paints...
ReplyDeleteWe don't often hear of painting with egg tempera anymore, so I was intrigued to read about Ruth's process too. I don't think I've actually seen paintings in egg tempera.
DeleteLike your last post -- lovely !
ReplyDelete:-) :-)
DeleteR-just beautiful - words and images - so folk do it so well. Thanks. B
ReplyDeleteIndeed they do. I really feel that I'm there.
DeletePeace is always found at the beach. I am thinking of getting a recording of ocean waves. I wore the last one out! Lovely words and images. Thank you Robyn.
ReplyDeleteGood idea! I've never had a recording of the waves.... though I do have one of whale song.
DeleteAnnie's poem and Ruth's paintings are a perfect match- both capture a series of moments and hold them for us to see. Perfection.
ReplyDeleteThey bring back so many memories of the sea, don't they?!
DeleteI thought first of photos, but they are paintings.
ReplyDeleteYet another cream of the crop log.
You are good at combining words and images Robyn!
Glad you enjoyed the post, Wim.
DeleteWhat a perfect combination Robyn! I love Annie's word pictures, they can be so evocative, and those paintings are just the images in my eye from her words.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, they are so evocative. I feel like I could walk out the door onto the beach at any minute..... though I live over an hours drive away from the beach.
Deletea beautiful combination Robyn, a delight to the senses...
ReplyDeleteI think we all need a holiday :-)
Deletesuch an exquisite weaving of words and image Robyn. Thank you so much for sharing beauty as you always do.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed the post Laura.The words and images felt so right together.
DeleteThe painting and the poem compliment each other so perfectly. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteIndeed.... Glad you enjoyed the post Maya.
Deleteoooooh so beautiful
ReplyDelete:-)
ReplyDeletethe stillest space... mmm ... lovely words and the paintings are blissful!
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They are blissful aren't they?!
DeleteGorgeous in vision and words; so perfect to come upon as I end my computer time....sigh...thanks!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed the post, Maggie.
DeleteA perfect marriage of poem to paintings.. stunning really.
ReplyDeleteI thought they were an excellent match.
DeleteEgg Tempera - WOW!
ReplyDeleteBeen awhile since I've stopped by - I missed you and your blog, Robyn!
Hi Karine,thank you! It's been a while since I blogged.
Delete"Tumbleweed dot of dog" - what a wonderful description!
ReplyDeleteI love that part too.
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