Studio Visit (Doors Open Day)
From the rain-glazed cobble street we climb
up the worn-wood winding stairs,
in a heady mix of turpentine
and electricity.
Levelling out above the weather
we have access to all areas –
feel our way through honeycombs
of dark and dusty corridors
peering into chaotic spaces
each one cloaked in a singular way -
places that look like they’ve been stirred
and left to ferment.
Shreds of evidence scattered everywhere
speak of the medium and the modus operandi –
a paint-spattered ghetto-blaster,
cigarette-ends, coffee-mugs, cans of Coke
some of the burglar’s tools they have used
to break-in to another state,
stealing visions away.
Works - poised at every stage of becoming -
from the roughest of rough-sketches
through the phases of sweat and grind
to some kind of new creation.
For just this one short afternoon
we are privy to the mess
round which art will coalesce.
