Saucer (fragment, China, c1795) Start with blueness and a story,the usual lovers fleeing past beneath the tree. Something's got to give or take, they aren't like you or me, their bodies morphing fast to tree or sky. These choose sky. In this early fragment the plate is full of birds in flight, thousands as there always are the hunted with the usual bent their story unadorned as night fleeing the here, the now, the dark. The years roll on, the lines are known the food's congealing on the plate, the detail's long forgotten now that pair alone becoming sky the geometrics of their fate a pair of wings in blue and white. The Canberra Times, December 2003 |
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