It was a period of silent contemplation.
Away from previous distractions and illusions.
It was an adventure into other realities
and a questioning about things like this.
I return to things like this
and I’ve been thinking again
about creative process, how and
why do we do what we do?
Painter, song writer, potter,
dancer, musician, actor.
What is this mysterious energy
entertaining us all?
Enter this beyond I know
so very well, the back of my hands,
the inside of eyelids, thighs,
mapping you to my home.
And the very bones of me,
and the meat, absent of me,
and the soul of every move I make,
and the complexities of silence.
art and poetry by Clinock
I had been thinking about underneath
the complexities of silence
and how much deeper it can go
before we are only the dance?
Art – The Complexities of Silence – 16 x 20 – Mixed media