At night we entwine
interlacing tendrils weaving
bodies stretching, limbs
reaching, giving way, every ripple
replicated in the amber sand.
Nights are as sweet as dew drops
on a rose and each breath is a vow.
A silent Oracle I inscribe Arabesque
across the grain of your skin
so that when you wake
you will remember.
This is the 3rd Street Art Poetry door Charlie and I have done together, even though we live 2,520 miles away from each other, and have only met in the blogosphere. MAKE ART NOT WAR
I’ll be closing comments, so head to Charlie’s blog to see the entire presentation & comment.
I was out of town during the Waterford Walls festival this August, and only recently took some photographs, probably covering only a half of the walls. Here is a link to the previous Waterford Walls blog posts if you need it for a reference. Please visit the artists websites. All the links in this blog open on separate pages and your reading won’t be interrupted.
Yasja’sNorthern lights-inspired work wasn’t included in the festival map, but I knew it was a recent work. I would have noticed if it has been there before. Yasja is a brilliant artist from Amsterdam and I choose her work for my opening picture.
I walk wall to wall, and it takes me about two hours to see all these wonderful murals.
Niamh Curry grew up in Clonmel, Ireland. She is a self-taught artist, and her works are recognizable for their bright colors and…