Close is never missing, and far is never close enough. Duplicitous the metal sea, blue between the buildings, calls to me. Up close she spits her salty brine in my face. She roars her violent song and pushes against my eardrums. She sends her brother wind to tug at my clothes. Are we not kinning, I ask her. Her answer, the shattering of the water. We weren’t always like this, but I think she is angry that I left, that the curve in my jaw looked strange from far away, and that she no longer recognised herself in me.
Art comes to visit you
I love this website, but to explain how it works I give the word to the curator:
What makes the art of this world different from others you have visited? What makes the art of this world so unusual and unique that you will want to return?
My definition of Unique Art is taking something one is familiar with and experiencing it a new way. Seeing how artists change it, enhance it, personalize it, while keeping it familiar.
Here we discover unique art one gallery at a time.
The synchronicity of artistic creativity is that we all see basically the same thing, yet in a myriad of different ways. In your life, may your everydays become unique.
“Up close she spits her salty brine
in my face.” I love this line!
“Are we not kinning”... I love that question and the vicarious uncomfortable seaside vacation. There is always a feeling when I’m communing with my own lakes here that I’m a prodigal child returning; it takes a while to feel a grudging acceptance. But at least I haven’t been (and will never be) shut out completely.