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A Disassemblage

Assemblage

Assemblage

‘All art is the result of observation. Often we see yet do nothing. Sometimes we do not notice at all. Ideas are fragile. They quickly vaporise if they are not preserved and developed. The universe is full of broken fragments of ideas.’ — The Limbo Connection.

Alabaster, sleeping through the centuries at the feet of a couple on a 17th Century tomb. Don’t wake him, please. I don’t know why it has this odd, etching- like effect. Taken in very low light, at quite a distance. I’m not keen on dogs, but I’m fond of this one.

Small collage

Wood, board, paint.

I take a walk in the garden this morning.

Postcard collage.

Passerby,These are Words Passerby, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of letters eaten by grass. Lend an ear, hear first of all the happy bee Foraging in our almost rubbed-out names. It flits between two sprays of leaves, Carrying the sound of branches that are real To those that filigree the unseen gold. Then know an even fainter sound, and let it be The endless murmuring of all our shades. Their whisper rises from beneath the stones To fuse into a single heat with that blind Light you are as yet, who can still gaze. Listen simply, if you will. Silence is a threshold Where, unfelt, a twig breaks in your hand As you try to disengage A name upon a stone: And so our absent names untangle your alarms. And for you who move away, pensively, Here becomes there without ceasing to be. Yves Bonnefoy

A WOODLAND FLUTE ………………….BETULA ……………… .PENDULA ……….…..CARPINUS ………………BETULUS ………………..VIBURNUM ………………..OPULUS ……………….POPULUS ………….…TREMULA ……………..…PRUNUS