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© Nicholas Vosper 2002 |
Like so much art in a forgotten gallery the old and young gather. An abstract collection of discoloured portraits, and dysfunctional sketches convened expectantly at the bar They worship at their altar where communion wine flows freely. In it they seek release from the canvas that inhibits their lives, from the frames that ensnare. While here they merge into mural liberated for a time. Yet it is only an artist's illusion, a trick of the light that fashions this art for the needy. From a distance I can see lined familiarities, hindsight from a past life, vying for attention still. I know when they leave they return as always to hang on the same old walls |