A Windy Wander on Inch Strand
by Sarah Robinson
These are insane times. Our inherent state of transience is at the forefront for a lot of us. Conflict, climate, resource,
COVID, the seismic shift in political positioning across the globe, ageing, all creating an overwhelming confluence of fear. A lot of us are in a deep state of anxiety, about what future, if any, we may have.
We all need to find a way of not being buried by it all – distraction, escapes, “living in the moment”, keeping close to each other, accepting our position of “passing through”,
gratitude for “what has been” and “what is”.
During a smashing week of a writing week in Annamaghkerrig, with the Bealtaine Writers, I
met a painter, Sarah Robinson, and looked at some of the work she was making. I fell in love with this piece – another painting on the walls of a house I no longer own was not on the cards. Though, maybe, just maybe, it is exactly what was needed to
contradict our downward slide. Anyway, I love her work and am very happy to have this piece to admire and be nourished by. And, of course, I wrote about it.
read, enjoy, admire the painting, pass it on and send me feedback.
A Windy Wander at
Painting by Sarah Robinson
am in front of you - waiting
waiting to be invited in
Gaze and wait - wait and gaze – intently
looking to find my entrance
Your yellowed beach - staccatoed along
reaches to a horizon of foothills
- below greyed clouded sunshined sky -
vary climated by the hour - moisture streaked
And - as if the earth upheaved
you are visibly map located -
firmly placed beneath your dunes
hollows - grounded as it were
The artist is placed here by signature -
otherwise no sense - no trace - of a creator
Sunwatered sky - grey darkened hills
speak themselves down
to us as conversation
Gentle moving sea - soft sand beach
respond in kind building dialogue
and all the time your grounding marks
label you - Carne Kilfenora Dysart Rathkeel