Pool of Sky

Description

Part of my “Lidded Lands” exhibition.

Cloudscape across the islands of Herm and Sark, predominantly in the colour blue. Blue is obviously a colour that’s all around us, but the word “blue” wasn’t seen in ancient texts. I loved the idea of almost being blind to the colour blue precisely because it is everywhere. Off the back of this, poet Magnus Buchanan wrote a poem to accompany this piece about the colour blue… without mentioning the word blue to accompany this Herm seascape! See Below:

“Blue” by Magnus Buchanan

only the watcher knows her own name

yet our eyes hold the riddle she speaks

in each eye

a bead of night floats in a pool of sky

and through them we see

the yellow oaths of the sun being born

the blood-red cries of the sun dying

the fold of the raven’s feathers

closing around the land

the ebb and flow of the moon’s milk face

with pockmarked scars

and the scattered ash of stars

yet the bright hush above the treetops

is a watching eye

no name can bind

she rings the lips of tide-licked shells

she dances in the birds’ flickering wings

she rides the bellies of breaking waves

yet the watcher that watches through us

is the hue that hides her name