The title “Torn” is like several others in this collection, a play on words …it can evoke the sadness of a separation, or someone (man or woman), at a crossroad in their life mulling over decisions they have to make…torn between two lovers…torn apart by space and time, torn in two, torn by sorrow, torn to shreds by love or pain, torn letters, lives torn apart by disaster…..these days, Valentine’s Day is not always roses and chocolate…..in direct constrast to the complications love and other disasters can bring to our lives, I made the image simple, but of rich materials and rich colour…the pure gold I used here, the gold that cannot tarnish, that lasts forever, it too can be torn.. Rumi’s poetry expresses the idea that we all suffer for universal love… I made the Cherry whole, ripe and juicy…at the bottom of Pandora’s box, there was and still is…hope
Special F/X is of a worn red leather diary..real gold leaf and pure gold dust, on acrylic… the Cherry is in acrylic and watercolour…. Arches Not Paper…
You who are not kept anxiously awake for love’s sake, sleep on.
In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.
Love’s place is out beyond the many separate sects;
since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on.
Love’s dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper;
you whose longing is for sweets and whose passion is for supper, sleep on.
In search of the philosopher’s stone, we are melting like copper;
you whose philosopher’s stone is cushion and pillow, sleep on.
I have abandoned hope for my brain and head; you who wish for a clear head and fresh brain, sleep on.
I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words go;
you who are still dressed in your clothes, sleep on…Rumi