Ekphrastic* Poem on my Own Artwork - by Anne Miles
Of the four works created at the art workshop it was, at first, my least favourite. Too abstract, for my taste, anyway it looked like the dog's breakfast.
But I was patient with it. I put it up, at home, where I could study it. Entities began to peep out from its negative spaces from the folds of its gut-like convolutions.
There's an alien with big green eyes and a conical red hat. There's the guy with the multi-hued pompadour and the green moustache. I've given him a cheerful leer with the black ink pen I've used to make him come alive.
There's the orange cat and the blue cat (the latter with her black ink tail curled round the piece of “gut” she sits on). There's the blue bird and the red mask. There's the woman with wild green hair, the yellow flower, the giant strawberry, the big beetle with green and yellow wing casings. The “gut” transforms into a path winding, wandering, tying it all together bringing order into the colourful chaos of dots and splotches.
This is my new favourite painting! A miscellany of creative musings...