© A Verlaeckt Clark 2016
l’Esprit du Coeur
There was a strong energy centre in this alabaster that
begged an entwined image of connection and love.
L'Esprit Du Coeur
Cupped and breathless...
Skin against skin...
I slip, hushed,
Beneath
Showers of moonbeams
And
Float on silvered
Silences.
![[x]](home_htm_files/close.png "Close")
Folds of Life
This layered stone seemed to cry out ‘search and you will
find ‘me’; the reflected separate existence of its spirit;
Look beyond the eyes,
Beyond the layered surface
Of this season, this reality and circumstance,
Search the valleys
Rippled with the anxiety,
Of
'Really' being known;
Somewhere, deeply hidden in the folds of life,
Lies the soul of me...
That soul defiantly courting
Our sameness,
Seems a fusion forged at the Eden of meaning...
'You' give me the breath to soar,
Rising above this weight
That knows me 'down'...
Freedom and love
Both freedom and love are selfless and we feel a
sense of fulfilment when we are authentic and
shadow our loved one’s needs. The base
outline of my sculpture shadows the artwork and
highlights the intersecting pathways we find to
that special loved connection.
Freedom’s spirit light ascends
Unweighted
By lies told in silence…
Moonlight moments curve richly through
Common sense…
Somewhere
Between freedom and love
Like souls collide
Circlet of Dreams
Bound by secrets,
Bound by memories...
A circlet of dreams
Weaves
Her endless movements;
Visions
Time can not dispel,
Yet will not repeat...
Moments grasped briefly,
Like
Vapor through
The
Outstretched hand,
Disappearing on the winds
In
Your mind...
Mistress of Magic
A melody is pure like marble though the textures in its
musical composition are complex. The flow of this
marble felt pure, lyrical and almost magical under my
fingers. I could understand someone who has
experienced great imperfections in life and how they
thrill when their efforts to meet the challenge are
greeted with success!
As triple rhythms sound, then rest,
A mistress of magic
Cradled and cloaked
On
Fading slivers of moonlight,
Faces the eastern shore,
Bidding her essence the strength
Of
Silken threads...
Healing echoes
Of
Human imperfection.
We sometimes hear a wonderful symphony of voices
past and present, guiding and protecting us from
happenings on our journey through life.
...I see the surprise web of colour turquoise in this
stone as an amulet of courage.
Fluid Slide
Speak to me of softness in the fluid slide of voices
filtering through gossamer white...
Courage seeks its centre on the colour-web.
Vessel is the boat that holds us secure on an journey we
can’t foresee. When we feel progress, or can look forward,
our thoughts focus and that expectation leads us to
understanding our personal journey.
Walk around the sculpture; do you see the whale’s tail,
shaped like a vessel, as she takes the plunge into maternal
waters...?
The Vessel
Currents shift, but, I navigate the winds and waters
holding secure another moment...
Then...I plunge into a water-world that carries me deep,
enveloped in the strength of silence,
Alone, I find my story, my heaven, my hell...
Maternal waters quench fear and desire...
preparing me...the vessel, for our continuing journey .
Perchance To See
I sensed a Native chief, in this Cornwall
stone, seeing into the future and reflecting
on past memories, hence,
Perchance To See
An eye
Yesterday
Not there...
Opens Slowly...
And
Captures
A wealth
Of
Memories,
In tones
Of
Black and white,
Musings
For every
Tomorrow.
