Contents
Artwork 1
Graeme Soulsby
Mardi May
Sally Clarke
Maureen Sexton
Artwork 2
Graeme Soulsby
Sally Clarke
Maureen Sexton
Artwork 3
Graeme Soulsby
John McBain
Frances Macaulay Forde
Sue Clennell
Artwork 4
Kathy Adair
Sue Clennell
Julz Bone
Artwork 5
Katie Bassett
Sue Clennell
Lynette Bryce
Artwork 6
Laurie Coyne
Kevin Gillam
Maureen Sexton
Artwork 7
Michael Hoey
Liana Christensen
Maureen Sexton
Melanie Kwa
Artwork 8
Adrian Chadwick
Mardi May
Saz Campbell
Artwork 9
Alma Jones
Julz Bone
Lynette Bryce
Artwork 10
Barry Tonkin
Mardi May
Sue Clennell
Artwork 11
Bernice Webber
Helen Hagemann
Mardi May
Artwork 12
Bernice Webber
Lynette Bryce
Maureen Sexton
Artwork 13
Colleen O’Neill
Liana Christensen
Maureen Sexton
Artwork 14
Jenny Travers
Sue Clennell
Lynette Bryce
Artwork 15
Reg Mitchell
Maureen Sexton
Mardi May
Artwork 16
John Tillbrook
Frances Macaulay Forde
Maureen Sexton
Artwork 17
Mildred D’Rozario
Kristy Davison
Frances Macaulay Forde
Artwork 18
Annie Taylor
John McBain
Sue CLennell
Artwork 19
Tony Santoro
Liana Christensen
Sue Clennell
Artwork 20
Clayton Winmar
Sally Slarke
Peter Jeffery OAM
Artwork 21
Clayton Winmar
Frances Macaulay Forde
Sally Slarke
Artwork 22
Clayton Winmar
Kevin Gillam
Sally Slarke
Artwork 23
Craig Essler
Sally Slarke
Melanie Kwa
Peter Jeffery OAM
Artwork 24
Joanne Schoenfeld
Kristy Davison
Cathy Szathmary
Artwork 25
Linley Connel
Maureen Sexton
Sally Clarke
Artwork 26
Raymond Thomas
Frances Macaulay Forde
Mardi May
Artwork 27
Timothy Schraman
Kevin Gillam
Melanie Kwa
Mardi May
Artwork 28
Timothy Schraman
Helen Hagemann
Sue Clennell
Artwork 29
Linley Connel, Craig Essler, Emma Tamblyn, Graham McNally, Michael Waters, Harry Wheeler, Clayton Winmar
Sally Clarke
John McBain
Saz Campbell
Melanie Kwa
Peter Jeffery OAM
No. 1
Artist: Graham Soulsby
ART IS …
Art is passionate red
a bleeding of paint
from the creative heart.
Art is a chlorophyll landscape
cut short, neat-edged
as a Sunday lawn.
Art is the fallen blue
of a fractured sky
pooling like water on canvas.
Art imagines possibility
knows no limitation.
Art is the colour of life.
Mardi May ©
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amber autumn
leaves
our garden orange red
blue green yachts floating
western red sunset
a ginger cat blinks green eyes
orange marigolds in winter flower beds
splashing this colour
joyous
Sally Clarke ©
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Breaking down the wall
brick by brick
I find freedom
in blue of the sky
green of the trees
and orange of learning.
You may see me yet
when you pull away a brick
and see my smiling face –
for the first time.
Maureen Sexton ©
No. 2
Artist: Graham Soulsby
ocean is blue
see, i can do this!
take blue from the ocean,
sky blue,
flower blue.
white sunlight rays,
goldfish and red roses
making a picture
gathering colours
painting
my gift
for you
Sally Clarke ©
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Shades of Blue
I connect with you
in shades of blue
ocean, sky
as wide as my smile.
I can meet you here
if only you open your eyes
and see the threads
that link us.
And the bold splashes
of red.
Listen to what this painting
is telling you.
Among the sounds
you will hear
what I am saying.
Maureen Sexton ©
No. 3
Artist: Graham Soulsby
Graham’s Soul
It talks to me. And you?
Lots of chips – 1 and 0
On and off like my computer
Its how we store information
Silicon chips are colourless
And formless and the same
Not like Graham’s painting
Canvas full of colour and form
Not 1 and 0 – he gave us a 10
Grahams Soulsbys there for us.
John McBain ©
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Head Music
like an orchestra of color
I place each note
a medley of pink
red strings
orange peels
blue trumpets
surround a few
violas – a
cello or two
complete the tune
in my head.
Frances Macaulay Forde ©
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Oz revisited
I paint a green rainbow
for the wicked witch of the West.
Dorothy’s poppies are scattered about
their unripe seeds leading to sleep
emerald dreams dizzying heights.
Click your heels together!
Escape before it’s too late.
Sue Clennell ©
No. 4
Artist: Kathy Adair
I am thinking now of Scotland,
red for the rose of Robbie Burns,
and the blood of the piper
who fluted a warning to his clan
knowing it would lead to death.
But mainly I’m thinking of
the sunshine on the hills, lochs and glens.
Sue Clennell ©
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It’s a Concert
We are here
Sat row on row
Late comers jostling
Down the centre
To their chairs numbered
Left right right left sit
People all around
I feel their expectations
The build up
I smile I laugh
Let the show begin!
Something’s happening
Teeming colour
I gasp with glee
Notes of music
Singing loud louder
Oh joy!
Julz Bone ©
No. 5
Artist: Katie Bassett
I know a woman
who carries her worries
on her back.
I paint her blue.
Look up to the day’s eyes,
I tell her.
Let yellow gladden your soul.
Sue Clennell ©
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The Wisdom of Snails
puddles of rain
sunset so yellow
floral bouquet
beauty of nature
not yet stolen
to be spoiled by man
snail of blue
insignificant to some
won’t hurry, goes only slow
bigger is better?
Lynette Bryce ©
No. 6
Artist: Laurie Coyne
broken tears
footprints across,
tyre across,
sunlight splashes
a snake’s path,
thumb prints,
shells smashed
river,
brown sounds,
yellow leaves strewn,
broken tears
Kevin Gillam ©
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Pink winged angels
brush their feathers
ever so lightly
over the earth.
Flying above the
Golden Wattles
Eucalypts
Banksia
they spread hope
over us –
scattered pollen
over a garden.
Like the snake
who leaves his old skin behind
can we build a new home?
Maureen Sexton ©
No. 7
Artist: Michael Hoey
Wind Garden
Come to the gate, love
there’s wonders to see
the wind is a gardener
sets everything free
the night sky in tumbling
spilt stars everywhere
the green fish is swimming
orange oceans of air
trees are tossed skyward
the wind likes to play
Once you come to the gate, love
the fence falls away
Liana Christensen ©
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orange/red earth
smudged with little rain
not enough vegetation
to hide a caterpillar
a duck
or a rabbit
vulnerable
no place to hide.
Maureen Sexton ©
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Oh purple comb!
Flung far in gay abandon
Thy mistress, fleet of feet
and loose of locks,
has fled a faun in fluttering laughter.
Melanie Kwa ©
No. 8
Artist: Adrian Chadwick
Me in Kaleidoscope Color
Dots of spaces in places inside outside traces of me in kaleidoscope color making faces in places I can see you joining the dots tracing
the spaces making the places to fit your me who imagines is free
to be or not to be
saz campbell ©
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SENSES
I see balloons
rising into a joyful sky.
I smell flowers
celebrating in sunlight.
I taste their colours
like a box of Smarties spilled.
I hear the music
of rainbows singing.
I touch the creative
potential of art,
And I see things
I have never seen before.
Mardi May ©
No. 9
Artist: Alma Jones
Footprints of Life
This is where I have
been.
This map of my footprints
of life.
This road from city, town
to country and back.
I watch the birds zigzagging
this way and that.
We are all different but on
the same journey.
Julz Bone ©
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Life’s Lessons
tracks in the sand
birds, insects – no discrimination
all living the same surface
what lessons we could learn
too many cross roads
so much confusion
take our blinkers off
Lynette Bryce ©
No. 10
Artist: Barry Tonkin
MEMORY
On the sea bed
thoughts fossilize.
A filtering of ideas
sifting, drifting
through layers of light,
settling over time
stamped into sand
by the weight of the sea.
A map of memories.
Mardi May ©
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And I’m thinking now
of Gotham city caves,
purple bats in the spotlight.
Cowled figures glide
to our rescue,
fight organised crime.
Can they solve shrinking water supplies,
cyclical floods tornadoes tsunamis
sent to us by the underground Joker?
Sue Clennell ©
No. 11
Artist: Bernice Webber
Green Heart
All day you can look at a jar of water
its contents curved and beautiful.
Mauve bougainvillea and fern like the imprints
you’ll find in the scalloped shapes of a fossil dig.
These forms of life are held in place with
the quick steam of breath, hands shaping
the thin rice-paper of bud and leaf.
Flora picked from the deepest layers of soil
to be pressed like an album.
Look how the sun’s face is green, look
how she opens her crimped-edge smile,
leans over the pond’s water of pebbled hearts.
Can you see how she replenishes the opalescent vase?
Can you see her summer face?
Can you see her green heart?
Helen Hagemann ©
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NATURE
Sometimes…
you can hold nature
in the palm of your hand,
…cup a flower blooming
stroke the tropical
frond of a fern,
…can hold onto life
immortal and stilled
in its beauty by art.
And sometimes…
nature smiles
in your face.
Mardi May ©
No. 12
Artist: Bernice Webber
For Bernice
five souls flying high
point up to the sky
glitter like magic
something sad somewhat tragic
one stands alone
different on your own
lives you have touched
you’ll be missed very much
you may have been misunderstood
judged before seeing all that is good
often is seen the disability first
a common mistake one at its worst
those left behind, the time has come
memories now left, hearts that are won
fly so high, take the time now to rest
be proud of you, you’ve done your best
Lynette Bryce ©
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Creative spirit flows freely
her hands shine –
like wings, they fly.
Her struggle over
she leaves us
with gifts –
a vase of flowers
and golden wings.
Her spirit soars.
Maureen Sexton ©
No. 13
Artist: Colleen O’Neill
Strange the Way
Love arose
over and over
and over again
left its mark
imprinted
on my heart
strange the way
the shape remains
the same
but, oh, the subtle
colours change
Liana Christensen ©
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This is my face.
Can you see my
blushing pink cheeks
deep red lipstick
the green in my eyes
and the flutter
of my eyelashes?
I am a flower,
an Irish rose.
Maureen Sexton ©
No. 14
Artist: Jenny Travers
I send stars back to Vincent
to crowd out the black.
Variegated kisses for his cut ear,
and to make up for those
who did not love him,
who would not buy his paintings.
Sue Clennell ©
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Seasonal Colours
Spring
yellow daffodils blooming bright
Summer
purple haze summer days
Autumn
brown shades falling all around
Winter
blue lips, icy finger tips
Green
soon, nowhere to be seen
Lynette Bryce ©
No. 15
Artist: Reg Mitchell
Harmony
People gather
around the land,
sun, sky.
From here and there
we meet
our hands and hearts
as one.
Like sound waves, music,
we travel to each other
and I reach out to you
give you my hand
so you may follow
my fingerprints –
a map of harmony.
Maureen Sexton ©
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KNOW ME
Know me
by the hand
raised in greeting
raised in protest;
my fingerprint
like a nation’s flag
flying with pride.
Know me
by the colours
of my ochre world.
Know too
that all blood is red
spilled on the earth.
Mardi May ©
No. 16
Artist: John Tillbrook
Circles
In this match of life
others call a game
my hands flutter to
find the finger holes
I fix my gaze on pins
measuring the lane
grip hard and swing
bowling ball aimed
been knocked down
but stubborn as a pin
I stand again, ready
for the next bowler.
Frances Macaulay Forde ©
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Blue Sky Channel
a computer image
tracking the trail
white soccer balls
red cricket balls
angle of the bowl
proof of the final outcome
perfect placement
he is a winner
Maureen Sexton ©
No. 17
Artist: Mildred D’Rozario
Colour Wheel
Seven colours sequenced on a wheel a perfect circle still framed.
A silent wind, slowly turning the circle of colour like a wheel,
As the momentum builds, each colour fades, captivating those who stop to marvel at the essence of what once was seven colours,
Now mesmerised by the purity of the glimmer of white.
As the wind slows the momentum of the wheel, the circle
regains each individual colour.
The wind adding a new dimension to the naked eye, seven colours producing pure white.
The diversity and uniqueness of each colour and the many shades of difference, each needing the other to cast faith into the wind to unite and become as one.
Kristy Davison©
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The Visitor
Feisty, flashy aliens landed in the valley
and built their house among the trees.
Each module had a round orange cone
connected by hopscotch corridors of glass
so every being could clearly see who dared
to enter their chilli world among the green.
Frances Macaulay Forde ©
No. 18
Artist: Annie Taylor
Annie’s Sunset in the Milky Way
What is Annie saying with this painting?
Perhaps she was thinking of the Milky Way
That she sees at night in the sky up above
Pink is their colour of girls and women
Like orange it is a colour of the sunset
That we see before the night sky shows itself
Was she still remembering the lovely sunset?
John McBain ©
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Retroversion
I don’t have to be on pills
to see orange people
parachuting down a pinky
mauve sky,
for it’s the seventies again
and all four Beatles are still with us,
complete with moustaches
and long sideburns.
Sue Clennell ©
No. 19
Artist: Tony Santoro
Outside In
The window is thin
it winnows no shade
but light sifts down
to rest on the ground
outside it is green
no sound, still
in here the walls
are the colour of love
so wide the window
leans out and
invites the clouds in
Liana Christensen ©
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Frogs slip through my vision
barometers of climate change
swim milk chocolate whitely.
And I remember tins of tadpoles
scooped from the river’s murkiness
then with a child’s lack of forethought
left to dry out in the sun.
Sue Clennell ©
No. 20
Artist: Clayton Winmar
patterns
tracks in the sand
sunlight through airy blue gums
red ochre and golden wattle
tracks in the sand
this is my land
Sally Clarke ©
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MAGIC SQUARES
Zen painters knew that all things came
From the circle, the square and the triangle,
But that each of these should also carry color,
Be it with pale watercolor and thin brush,
Charcoal stick, inked block, or swirling oils on canvas.
You like to travel with rhythmic tread and track
Across the magic squares and arrow left and right,
Much as a train takes up tracks and covers bright lands,
And brings you back to the earlier People.
Your art comes from the world’s flow,
From the joy of people with people,
So that paint and line and track,
Pump like blood to surge into life
From dreamtime to dreamtime
To sunyata and eternity.
Peter Jeffery OAM © These condensed lines are from a longer poem,
which is available from Peter Jeffery, peter.jeffery@iinet.net.au.
No. 21
Artist: Clayton Winmar
Country
take my hand
walk with me
through family
follow straight
railway lines
in the sunshine
leave hand prints
in caves sprayed
white sand hills
mountains of
red clay heart
brown beauty
take my hand
walk with me
through country
Frances Macaulay Forde ©
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a river flows
beneath red desert
listen
hear it slip
underground
past solid rock into
pools of silence
Sally Clarke ©
No. 22
Artist: Clayton Winmar
torchlight
torchlight stripes sky between sea and
leaf. shoreline bridges
brine and tree. lattice of sky across
aquamarine and algae.
two black footholes, into sand,
into why
Kevin Gillam ©
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sunlit patterns
our footprints
bushfire black
owning the land
our pathways
showing a way
Sally Clarke ©
No. 23
Artist: Craig Essler
in its own place
a blue feather tree
i want to bury my face
in its softness
its leaves
hold on to its scent
feel its wind
on my face and
watch it move
through the day
Sally Clarke ©
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Autumn
sprung into specks of Aztec gold
against an azure sky!
Melanie Kwa ©
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WEATHER MAP AND CLIMATE CHANGE
You have patterned with great beauty,
the definite moving of the seasons,
and the possible change of climate.
Like a prophetic weather map,
marking out lightning flash, eddies of wind,
and deeper below on earth and sea,
you hint at the collapse of ice, the fiery blast of desert sand,
the greying of forests, the drying of coral gardens …
And your gentle rebuke may yet change pattern
and with a freshening palette
move stridently back into teeming life
making clouds and earth a kaleidoscope of renewal,
a rainbow of sustaining hope.
Peter Jeffery OAM © These condensed lines are from a longer poem, which is available from Peter Jeffery, peter.jeffery@iinet.net.au.
No. 24
Artist: Joanne Schoenfeld
Visual sound waves,
Dancing across an unconditioned canvas
Colour setting the tone of the sound
Flowing freely gliding with ease to the distant sound of
silence,
Points of light reflecting through each colour,
the artist painting music only the canvas can hear, the
artist’s freedom of self expression, the canvas becomes
the artist’s voice, the canvas for a moment is one with the
artist, brought to life by breaths of colour feeling the artist’s
passion.
The Artist needs the canvas,
A Poet acknowledges the sounds of the canvas inspiring
thought,
Finding the instruments of life to create worldly music.
Kristy Davison ©
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Prisms of colour
Waltz round the room
Rainbow streamers
And balloons
Vibrant hues
Slivers of grey
Moods and people
Fill my day
Glimpses of me
Whirling bright
Dancing on paper
Sheer delight
A stained glass view
Into my world
Billows of streamers
And me-
Unfurled.
Cathy Szathmary ©
No. 25
Artist: Linley Connel
From the sky
I see a water playground
where fish blow bubbles
and kiss.
Splashes of red
dance with blue and yellow.
And now, they are people
talking, walking
busy passing by
not even noticing the
yellow birds
flying overhead.
But I sit quietly
and listen carefully …
Maureen Sexton ©
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this is such fun!
fish under water
jewels moving fluid
shaping themselves
i only need to add paint
see them move towards and
away from each other
my liquid jewels
Sally Clarke ©
No. 26
Artist: Raymond Thomas
Wild Orchid
With a naturists eye
infinite care, such
considered placement.
A fern frond here.
A gum leaf there.
Pink & yellow dried
petals, delicate veins
like a bridal veil,
placed in the centre
of your wedding cake.
An orchid appears
exotic and rare,
like me.
Frances Macaulay Forde ©
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LEAVES
In the society
of leaves
Conversations are chosen
by the wind
Secrets whispered
tree to tree.
In the society
of leaves
This ancient mystic
language
Is a wordless
melody.
Mardi May ©
No. 27
Artist: Timothy Schraman
old growth forest perspective
brown
rain from brown
clouds
in green sky,
some-
one talking,
words
shot through with
rust
Kevin Gillam ©
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Green phoenix
You lie in waiting
Whilst flames flare out
their dance of death ..
You plan a red-beaked rising!
Melanie Kwa ©
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AUTUMN
Fingers trail colour
like a tenor’s rich tones
through silence.
Vibrant fingers paint
from a palette of autumn
with leaves drifting down.
Fingers stroke smiles
from the face of the sun,
while winter hugs warmth
to its colourless heart.
Mardi May ©
No. 28
Artist: Timothy Schraman
A Portrait of the Sea
The painting is very blue
and very yellow like a summer’s day.
Everything is heaving like the sea.
The sea has a heart-beat and although
there isn’t any noise, there are heaps
of bodies, some diving from shoulders,
falling into the chilly water. Further
out a sail flaps above the silent waves
and although we cannot see, a child throws a ball
across stone steps to another running on grass.
Out of the picture, there are more people taking
photographs. A jogger passes wearing a white hat,
his sneakers running on limestone. Until he looks back
over his shoulder, everyone shouting, pointing towards the sea.
Lifesavers tie the backs of jackets, a lifeboat oars its massive
body into the red sea. An old woman on the sand, rubbing the back
of a hairy man, says, This was a fine, very blue, and very yellow
summer’s day, until the shark.
Helen Hagemann ©
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Gershwin’s blue rhapsody
oozes through the piano keys
black jazz in a white body
his young life spilling
into his works.
Summery days
pulsating nights
have you found your paradise?
Sue Clennell ©
No. 29
Artist: Linley Connel, Craig Essler, Emma Tamblyn, Graham McNally, Michael Waters, Harry Wheeler, Clayton Winmar
mural
linley
we did this together
craig
divisions joined
emma
colours harmonised
graham
each of us contributing
michael
to a whole.
harry
will it hang on your wall?
clayton
footprints
treading your landscape.
walk carefully
do not disturb
our dreams.
Sally Clarke ©
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Sussex Seven
Those seven are different yet the same
Imagine : 7 people doing 1 piece of art
Blue is the colour of the sky and water
Green and brown : the soil and the plants
Red is the colour of the Aboriginal earth
There is a woman going out and about
Everywhere people walking and watching
They are all there together on 1 canvas
More than seven.
John McBain ©
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Message Mural
Strong esteemed elders come here today
Talking talking to you all with the animals
We hear see and understand water-holes insects
fishes lizards brown owls kangaroos snakes magpies
People people Indigenous and non-Indigenous
Come together forever now
Spirit snake rainbow serpent very happy today
saz campbell ©
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Oh crimson bridge!
Which timeless woman
sprints across thee?
High of heel
mantilla black,
farewelling sands and sea ..
Melanie Kwa ©
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A LINO OF PASSING TIME AND PEOPLE
Is it hard or easy to see all of us here in this mural?
Linley, Craig, Emma, Graham, Michael, Harry and Clayton –
Here, there and everywhere from corner to corner of our canvas world
we make our mural from all our tracks and paint and personal signs.
Subtle dollops in a line like the singing birds on the branches of a tree,
strong surge of central black and the softening mist of an upper corner,
strong squares and patterned treads.
Murals often make defensive walls,
but by lying flat on the floor of all our studio sessions,
then hauled up, our mutual mural lino lines the exhibition wall,
we leave ourselves open to all those who pass time to watch and walk
the halls of our world of color,
where we in turn, have passed time and remembered people.
Peter Jeffery OAM © These condensed lines are from a longer poem, which
is available from Peter Jeffery, peter.jeffery@iinet.net.au.