On looking at a painting by the Cornish artist Peter Lanyon
By seashore
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I am back in Cornwall trying to
reach you in that space between
sea and sky where birds fly and
gliders collide and the ocean spray
combines with the mist and rain
and all of nature's pigments
float in a wind-rush drip-dropping
onto the random surface of your
silent coast, dazzling blue in the
special light that is nowhere else
in England, leaving me blinded,
my senses alert
so with time moving backwards,
I hide in the corner of your studio
watching you work the day before
you fall from the sky one last time
leaving a wet-in-wet smudge-print
on the landscape and your Conflict
of Man with the Tides and Sands still
unfinished on the easel
but because I am you and you are me
I must return to that same shoreline
mine and yours, and take up my brush,
your brush, one last time with no line
between us as we work in synchrony
with only our combined watermarks as
a signature for future generations to
look and ponder
as I do now, on a damp Sunday afternoon
in a place where the living meet the dead
through art, recognising in this maker of
words and images, whose name I barely
knew before today, my co-conspirator -
my soulmate.
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You really conjured up that
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Hi Coral, I actually watched
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I enjoyed this Coral - nice
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Stunning. You bring art to
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You could try one of my
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Hi coral, I hope you get
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'leaving a wet-in-wet
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Akiane is amazingly
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Well done on the cherry
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Just popped back to say,
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nothing in here suggests a
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Just popped back to say
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Ha, is this what you call a
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