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Wednesday 10 August 2011
Land Art - en plein air and indoors : Two Poems
stand in isolation
on a sandy inland beach.
I take a curving path
towards them. As I walk
they also move.
glide around each other,
always within touching distances.
Between their three trunks -
a glistening stretch
Most entrances are taped
though boats sail peacefully.
Covering a panel -
thick viridian green -
I blend in ochre, umber, several greys,
then deeply score from left to right.
A sharp tool
exposing the bare board -
a furrow through a tract of land
where centuries of feet have worn
a path, a highway, movements of a man
or men. I scrape
and scratch - the paint
is hardening -
the first score's perpendicular,
then drag in white
for chalk and black
for coal. I see it
as a sort of land art
grown at home
diminutive in scale.