“Recycled” is one of my favourite poems for the tides it captures of creator-artist dancing with raw materials and the finished work. In this example the artist dances with the (helpful) sticks and the resulting beautiful bird sculptures.
The poem is accompanied by an explanatory essayette about its source and my magpie tendency to collect pictures from magazines and catalogues. Here is a taster extract:
“In the last ten years, as my life has been more transient and nomadic and my views about a life filled with objects have changed, I have become more restrained in such collecting. After my time in the USA, I did gift my sister a stapled book of glossy San Diego estate agent advertisements and Pottery Barn pull-outs in an imaginary décored version of My Californian Life. In my ever-growing collection of notebooks, you will find the occasional image of quiet studies, verdant gardens and cool kitchens drawn from Polish, German, Austrian, English and South African publications. On the most occasional of occasional pages you may come across a hurried line-drawing of a hotel room in Istanbul or a tin of pens against a window-view in Grahamstown.”
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