I have walked the coastal loop from my cottage in Riverton, over Moore’s Reserve and down and around the Foveaux coast more times than I could count; in all seasons. Being there, in the moment, has generated around twenty painted drawings to date. I think of these works as coming from knowing about ‘other’ moments; about the layering of memory: recall. They do not stand alone and no two moments are ever the same. The Strait and its coastlines are continually being rewritten. And, I have walked the walk in all conditions: and I will walk…
Elegy for a Last Passage
Against the windwrack cloud- mariner’s shroud- we see you glide, slipping Moon.
Crescently, a ship of stone, fingering tides.
So long, too soon. (2013)