My watercolour painting of a tree on The Rock Walk.
Nature's Sculpture Gallery, was how I thought of it and wondered who'd curated it, what genius had had gathered these exhibits and what s/he'd meant to show. The Rock Walk, it was called, which was perhaps a clue. An inland cliff. A narrow, sandy path descending -- always wet -- with, to the left, a wall of rock, and to one's right, a drop -- in places sheer -- down to a wide and verdant vale, floor thick with grass, the edges rich in many forms of tree and matted undergrowth. And yet for me the Rock walk beat them all, was more than just a route down to a valley floor. Boulders of every shape and size with calligraphic marks and signs, most blotched with mosses, wrapped in ferns and liverworts and written on with lichen signatures. Simple geometric shapes were there. Exhibits too, of subtle or of tortured form, trees interspersing them -- the world of text turned inside out: characters to punctuate a script of punctuation marks. Had that been all, the fascination would have been complete, but then there were the roots! Roots like snakes, like strings on fossil lutes, unworldly instruments. But everywhere the sinews stretched and wound round tree and rock form to create a wonderland in what remained and dark and clammy place. Strangest fo all, perhaps, the songs from hidden birds. They never failed. I often wondered why the birds did not prefer the sunlit glades beyond.The Rock Walk is -- or was -- part of the scene at Wakehurst Place, otherwise known as Kew in the country. I visited Wakehurst again a year or two back, after not having done so for a long time, but did not seek out The Rock Walk. They had made some fundamental changes since my previous visit, and so I have written this in the past tense, not knowing if the walk is still as I recall it.
Written for Mary in Poetics at dVerse Poets who has suggested either Leonard Cohen or a favourite place as our theme.
ha. love the fascination for nature i hear in your words dave...i feel much the same...this sounds like a really magical place...stinks that change happens to places like that as well..and someone deems them not important...
oh wow...that sounds like a magical path and my fantasy went in all direction as i read this...very cool capture dave..love the roots...
What a wonderful painting of nature ~ I specially love your description of the roots, like snakes, like strings, and the songs from the hidden birds ~ Fascinating write as always Dave ~
Both the painting and photograph have captured me totally. Would love to see it in the flesh.
Dave, I really loved your painting, first of all. You DO have talent. Do you have this painting framed and hanging in your home, Dave?
And you wrote about the rock walk with such detail. Thus, you have painted the picture with both brush AND words. Together: what a beautiful whole!
A wonderful place it sounds like... and I love your painting.
What an interesting poem about such an intriquing place. Makes me think of the places (spots) that I could capture in words. Your painting is beautiful.
Awesome painting, memory and poem. Thanks Dave.
Beautiful painting, lovely poem. k.
Stunning lines and pictures too.
Pictures of roots reminding me of Buddha in his cross-legged posture, his legs at one with the twisting roots at the Gazelle Park, Benares.
I was hoping that you would post some more of your art Dave....so thankyou ...and great!
What a fascinating painting and beautiful poem. I loved the way you compared the roots to snakes and strings. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
I have been away from blogging for over a year...and you have painting on...how super.
It is great to read work with a similar interest as mine own-- and from a painter as well. Beautiful watercolor and poem. ~peace, Jason
The human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the
hand of man. ~Author Unknown
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
ALOHA from Honolulu!
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What an amazing place this must have been to visit.
It reminds me of Puzzle Wood. I don't know if you've ever been there, but it sounds very similiar. What stands out in my memory most of all, is the fabulous array of ancient, twisted tree roots. They were truly mesmerising...just like in your wonderful pictures here.
I must visit your Rock Walk soon and see it for myself.:)
Many thanks to you all for your kind words. Be assured I do value each one very much indeed -- as I also value positive criticism.
I would like, though, to say a special word of welcome to those commenting here for the first time. Thank you for doing so. I hope you have found enough interest in the blog to do so again.
am catching up on Cohen posts and found this quite a special place that you wrote about...lovely painting as well ;)
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