My recent trip to Sri Lanka (see previous post) has been a massive influence on my current uni project. Im looking at, how the arrival of the children and there joyful spirits can create a home in a once worn torn building. I was influenced massively by learning that it hadn't rained in the north of Sri Lanka for 5 months. Whilst we were there the well water level went down drastically and if they don't see rain in the next few weeks they won't see any all year. This means trips to the dirty lake to wash, bath and for the children even drink.
A longing for Rain.
Theses few pieces came from experimenting with mono printing and lino cuts.
Words i wrote whilst up north....
{Shredded leaves, grooved trunks,
make a weary bustle on the dusty streets.
Burnt land, a sign of what once was,
close encounters pulled from history,
makes past very present and tears very evident.
The temple screeches, whilst the bread van hums.
Rural sound forms large trails.
Months of lack, when will it come.
Rain knows no company here - it flees before the pounce.
A longing beyond control,
leave it to the Gods - the street side temple holds un-evident results.}
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