“In Cool Air“– Now at the West End Gallery
Drafting a world where no such road will run
From you to me;
To watch that world come up like a cold sun,
Rewarding others, is my liberty.
Not to prevent it is my will’s fulfillment.
Willing it, my ailment.
— No Road, Philip Larkin
There’s a lot to do this morning plus my computer is a little glitchy this morning so I won’t say much. I thought I’d pair the small piece above from my current West End Gallery show, In Cool Air, with a reading by Tom O’Bedlam of No Road from poet Philip Larkin. Not sure that they fully mesh in terms of tone and message but I am a sucker for Larkin’s verse with its sometimes cynical and slightly misanthropic viewpoint.
I especially like the final stanza shown above. There’s something to it that I can somewhat equate with what I do.
Or not. Who knows, really?
All I know that on a busy morning, these lines and this small painting felt like a small respite.
Good enough for me.
Redtree Times 