Poet Cilla McQueen wrote a poem. I read it and rewrote it, inverted it and wrote it backwards and it still sounded good. When I was painting this painting it seemed so right to put the two together and this is it.
I like my coffee a day cold and my cheese rolls hot. I had to drive north with a 24 hour old coffee and the road ahead at night. This is what came out of my head.
I had a one year old yellow rose that still had a scent, summer, driving through the centre of the South Island. I wrote this poem not knowing the/my future but when I got back home, this is what came out.