A woodcut figure arches into herself alongside a handwritten list of longings — dog-eared books, Sappho hearts, ghost revivals, wabi-sabi as always. Poetry and image made for each other on a single page. From the Lucid Dreaming exhibition, printed on matte 330 GSM paper with a border for easy framing.
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The poetry on the art reads:
A list of longing
Dog-eared in
A Book
Easiness found
The Leap
Rome Jugular
Sappho heart
Backyard front yard
Ghost revival
Beowulf - type wardrobe
Wabi-sabi (as always)
20/masters 20/plots
Little bright things
Crackling in your
Palm
A Sense of this place
How many moons
Have you held
In your hands?
What am I saying
And to whom?
Filled with longing -
A face both bright
& laughing. Tied
Bougainvillea in
Your hair.
Mock self - no -
Ridiculous remedies.
An inner voice
Singing in a
Language you don’t
Speak yet.
The moon - if you’re
Watching - runs a
Halo around you - a
Harness. You’re
Up to your thighs
In the water. The night
Is still and starry/ you
Are still and starry.
Unfurl your fist &
Sway home by way
Of my hemline.
A woodcut figure arches into herself alongside a handwritten list of longings — dog-eared books, Sappho hearts, ghost revivals, wabi-sabi as always. Poetry and image made for each other on a single page. From the Lucid Dreaming exhibition, printed on matte 330 GSM paper with a border for easy framing.
poetry art print | woodcut art print | figure art print | literary wall art | handmade woodcut | gallery wall art | gift for book lover | gift for her
Free shipping on all prints! Need it sooner? Priority expedited shipping is available at checkout.
The poetry on the art reads:
A list of longing
Dog-eared in
A Book
Easiness found
The Leap
Rome Jugular
Sappho heart
Backyard front yard
Ghost revival
Beowulf - type wardrobe
Wabi-sabi (as always)
20/masters 20/plots
Little bright things
Crackling in your
Palm
A Sense of this place
How many moons
Have you held
In your hands?
What am I saying
And to whom?
Filled with longing -
A face both bright
& laughing. Tied
Bougainvillea in
Your hair.
Mock self - no -
Ridiculous remedies.
An inner voice
Singing in a
Language you don’t
Speak yet.
The moon - if you’re
Watching - runs a
Halo around you - a
Harness. You’re
Up to your thighs
In the water. The night
Is still and starry/ you
Are still and starry.
Unfurl your fist &
Sway home by way
Of my hemline.
