Saturday, July 8, 2017

Godin Refractive Reflection






Across the scrub and though the winter's cold.
Through the wind tunnels of our cities  we go.
Foraging forward to the promises of warm embrace.

Then when it appears safe to count.
The whispers from our night mind contorts order of  event.
Of what was never to be considered or to be questioned.

What is termed as to be expected.
Is not present in refraction, glimmer  and enticement.
Until the realization when all should be questioned and disorientated.

What turns our attention is not what we seem.
As we are desperately  unhinged from the stories of heritage.
And so it continues this paradox of acceptance and distraction.

We do not want to be seen through distraction.
However as the light  changes  and the whispers entice our attention.
The management of knowing seeps through our figures.

Go to sleep and pass through pulsating dreams.
Wake afresh with new realizations.
It is in unconsciousness we make sense.



This image can be commissioned as an acrylic painting on canvas