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Really pleased to be included alongside some fantastic artists in Drift Magazine's Abstract thinking. Click the link below to read.
Not keeping away from the sea
Nikki Keana
Orange rises over the sea, meets
the brackened heath, the pool where
mosquitoes secrete their larvae.
This thin of morning spills down my spine,
the vast chill of it sings, summons magic.
Drag the cloth, pigment over board,
layer, collide the blues, cobalt, turquoise,
ultramarine, the pink of bleached thrift.
Erase, scratch, disappear the marks,
the umber too leaden to evoke ether.
Sea slips under me, salt washes my eyes,
cold stings my skin. The horizon tilts.
The tide pushes me, drags me, shifts.
Orange light rises over the sea, the brackened
heath, the pool. I clip the frames, one by one.
Strokes ebb and flow, indigo, vermillion,
titanium zinc, drying with the heat of day,
marks on board, abandoned now,
floating like gorse petals in a rock-pool
