Eggplants,
Reflections,
Flowers.
It’s not much to offer in return.
I escape into the accommodating mist,
embarrassed and too far lost in other landscapes
to embrace the yes or the no.
escape
inside looking out -2-
from outside
looking in…
identity uncertain.
human or animal?
male or female?
demon or dream?
one thing is for sure
he, she, it wants out,
fast
pawing, scratching
at the captivating glass,
desperate for fields
and open sky,
struggling to break
free and through
the cerebral cube,
to escape and run
on four legs or two
carried by clean winds
and swept by rain
as far as possible,
as quickly as possible
from the inside
looking out.
/poem and art by clinock / art: sculpted and painted clay heads in windowed box / each head approx. 3 inches high /
This series is based on the shared stories and personal experiences of people I work with in an art studio attached to a mental health facility. I express what I have heard as both fact and creative metaphor.
art rat cafe 