I am horribly remiss in having noted down the photographer of this card, but I do remember is was in Paris in 1981. It feels a bit David Lynch.
Words from Elyora.
I am horribly remiss in having noted down the photographer of this card, but I do remember is was in Paris in 1981. It feels a bit David Lynch.
Words from Elyora.
Card is one of Angela Slatter’s promo cards, (thanks Angela for the unexpected gift of cards!) with artwork by Kathleen Jennings. Words are from Elyora. With dappled light provides by a sudden burst of mid-afternoon sun through my writing room window.
Created from AvantCard’s reproduction of Valery Segodnya’s World Press 1st prize photography. This taken from ‘Black Days of Ukraine’.
The image won my heart in its intersection of bleakness and hope when it arrived in a handful of postcards via a friend. I’ve thought about it so many times but it hasn’t been the card I’ve pulled it.
Until today.
I wanted to create a poem that reflected my original reactions of bleak and hope. While not sunflowers, the fact I could randomly pull fragments with gardening references – #enoughsaid! Words from Elyora.
This postcard had a bit of an adventure before it even intentionally set forth on its way to Melbourne. It was blown twice from the balcony I was sitting on last week, while we were at Frew Park, and the second time it looked as though I had lost it for good.
We found it spooning the wall of the building.
I thought I had lost it a third time. Eventually found it nestled in the book that I had placed it in for safe keeping from the blustering wind.
Made from my 2015 postcard, and taken from the ten raw postcards I sent down to Adam at the start of 2016, #44 is my first dip back into that artistic landscape. The words were taken from my Elyora baggie of fragments.
I’m torn as to whether it is a summer poem or a winter one. What do you think?
Randomly pulled a postcard from my collection and it was Kane Alexander’s Transitory (via Avant Card), paired again with Elyora fragments.