The picture above left is by Bohuslav Barlow , who's group of oil paintings is called 'The Garden of Wasted Things', after the poem 'Magpie' by Robert S Warshaw. (I'll put the poem at the end of this post.)
At first I thought the pictures were dark and strange, but after reading the poem which is beautifully sad, I think they are dark and strange but fascinating and very thought provoking.
The other artist is a sculptor, Christopher Gornall. The picture below is a piece called 'Girl Meditating' and she has held me spellbound all day. . . What do you think?
I'm hoping to go and see the exhibition next week with a friend, no doubt we'll pop across the road to the Bantam Tearoom for something terribly fattening to eat. It can be hard work enjoying yourself.
'The Winter Flag'
'The Magpie' by Robert S Warshaw 1933
I walked one day in the Garden of Wasted Things,
And there I found the bitter ghosts of all that had been spent unwisely,
Or lost through brutal circumstance.
I found the childhood
That some labourer's child had never known;
I found the youth that some young man had squandered;
There I found some poet's genius that had gone unrecognised.
I saw the ghost of idle words and small talk,
That men had used to waste away the hours.
I saw the hopes that had been smothered,
And all the dreams that never had come true,
And laughter that had died for lack of bread.
I met with all the lives that had been misdirected,
And spoke with dreary shades
of loves that might have been,
And songs that never had been sung,
I met with all these ghosts,
And many more;
And each of them
Sat silently in the shadows,
Brooding over quirks of mad Creation,
And puppet's dreams.