Last week i came across a blog of photographic collages that really impressed me. Not only is the work beautiful, some of it is political, funny and full of contrasts. It is visually spectacular. Follow the link here http://bpstainton.wordpress.com/ Aesthetic heaven. Stylish and magic.
I wondered about the possibility of a collaboration, and sent a message to the father of the images, Ben. I asked if he would be willing to produce an image to accompany a selection of my words, anything that inspired him. He graciously said yes. The below image, entitled #illuminated Natasha is Ben’s response to two lines from a poem i wrote last winter, called, ” Haunted all the way, by you “.
One hundred million degrees below freezing,
And Natasha buttoning up her eyes,
Bubbling oil heats the cell of cosy,
As the pull of the future helps cavernous walnuts snap into another rise;
As routine marsupials splash with vigor,
Running like cats away from litter.
Winter pallet shifts a tone lighter and lighter and lighter and เบา
Ascending with a drum roll.
A gift of it to that,
Haunted all the way,
Laying on twigs,
Invading tiny nests,
The birds need vests,
When feathers fail.
November already, Autumn on my back,
Now where is there to look?
Eyes closed or stare through black.
Darkness gives life a break. Trees, thickets and slugs pause,
Humans expected to continue, power on through this icy bitter world.
The sleep of trees and the boom of lights, fizzing, illuminating a path to artificial heat,
And the drying of external cells crispy, heading where?
Small brains and scales, retracting into shells,
Bright little tortoise children. Only to recharge like i phones.
Helpless in the mist of seasonal change, amongst a wake of light.
Days like light sandwiches.
Black and cold and night.