Composition and Interpretation.

     How can one share the same idea in poetry?

     What is practical about poetry and how do we use it?

     "The mixture of fact and fiction"

     The interpretation of the poetic word. Does not belong to the speaker. Nor does it belong to the listener. It exists. Hinting. Guiding. Whispering. Soft. Gentle. The difference between the two - crossed. An encounter - a light goes on.

     What comes to mind? A sense of the concept. But how? How can we know a thing when there is nothing in the word? When the art itself does not exist? How can it point to anything concrete? But it does point. " The difference between the language of narration and the language of reflection collapses as a result " (p67)

     What is real about the dream?

     How we understand the sand castles we make.

     I stand on the edge of an abyss. Looking over. I know the abyss's name. And I call it. The echo back is familiar. It is not my own but it carries meaning. The abyss moulds my thoughts into a pathway. The abyss knows me. But I don't know it. I can only explore it by calling it's name. 

     When you call on the abyss - it will answer.

     The escape from oblivion. 

      " Give It To "

Pencil on Card

22.5 x 31.5 cm