Thursday, March 15, 2018

Sunil Sharma writes, Robert Maddox-Harle shoots


Sun rise on the golf-course rock


Decades get deposited on that craggy face, each time-line carved roughly by the passing Time, on this golf course, Lismore, NSW, Australia,
in a relentless writing frenzy, those serried formations thereon.

You are solid piece of natural art, kind
of installation done by a city-based sculptor in a museum-garden in New York, then left in a hurry, there, as a gift for a bewildered public!

This morning is
 s-o different!
 An artist walks into the
 area---he, being a new entrant in the city and neighbourhood, this sturdy man with the carving hands of a sculptor---and spots the myriad colours of nature,
in that wooded spot,
full of nocturnal spirits, encountered earlier in a Grecian grove
 in a past, now mired in a forever-fog.


The eyes greet the rising sun with a knowing smile; the light brings in the
cheer to the quiet corner, yet
to be fully awake to the lusty players. The solitude-seeker, on his walk here,
enjoys the rainbow hues, being splashed around
by a baby sun, in a
frolicking mood

the trees dance in the breeze; the pale-white rays
about to kiss the brown-red-black rock.
 

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