To coincide with the opening of the 2019 Fremantle Art Centre Print Award, a display including the new edition of Clunk & Jam will be in FOUND. Thank you to India for putting so much time and love into setting up the display and Pia for the very warm support – always.
On the night you’ve gone to the dark, look to the black tinsel sky and see how small you really are. Let it shrink, for a moment, the swell of emotion that engulfs you, anchoring you in your small and fleeting space, so you can feel the splinter of time that holds you here until the next.
For anyone who has experienced overwhelming sense of hopelessness and despair, you’ll know how hard it is pull up out of that space. And it’s not always the ‘light’ that consoles us when in a dark space. This poem arrived at a time when in the grip of one of these moments and how taking myself outside into the dark night and looking up at the stars helped put things in to perspective. Offered reprieve and relief from the state of mind that gripped me ‘inside’. And for those supporting someone in a dark space, it may be helpful to know that you don’t necessarily have to make things ‘bright’, ‘light’ or ‘right’ to help someone. Sometimes just keeping them company, sitting quietly, can help to secure a line to something outside of the head space they feel lost and alone in.
The poem’s picture comes from the documentary film ‘Man on Wire’, about a French tightrope walker who strung a wire between the twin tower buildings in New York and did the impossible.
Rose enjoys rendering her world with things of great visual delight. She spends lengthy periods absorbed in personal and worldly examination, surrounded by things of great beauty, interest and pleasure, all of which assist in easing the trespassing of time – and the invasion of unfortunate thoughts. Long Live Rose.
Footnote: Rose is an independent promoter of self acceptance (and indulgence); a star in self development; and a high minder of her own identity. She stands supremely comfortable in herself, resolved and content on her own path – and free from any expectation to be liked or followed. Her stories read like a dream school report, with a quirky twist and streak of Rose’s signature deadpan humour.