Image: Liz Rowlands via Avant Card
…which in time, I hope, will become a physical poem in its own right, based on the digital.
Art goes round and round. And the words swirl in a dervish with it.
Image: Remedios Varo
All the poems for the postcards come from a random draw of word snippets; all the off cuts, of all the pages, from all the poems I’ve built over the last year. I have two baggies of Calvino and one for Winterson.
Pretty hard not to be wowed by Ying Huang’s Heart’s Shadow. And I loved what was randomly drawn from the baggie. Couldn’t have been a more perfect fit for the artwork.