Writing

After my tutorial it was suggested to me to play around with my art - to experiment and work with things that inspire my creativity.

After looking at works by Bruce Nauman and Bill Viola I have been inspired further to use my creative writing as part of my art practice.

I want to explore the use of language as my writing reflects certain emotions that are universal and creates some responses in people (I have learnt this from some feedback). But I may explore the use of random phrases and spontaneity. I work with narratives as well as exemplifying emotion. 

Work by Rose Hale:

Dante's words fall short of anger,

Syllables hide a dark pain,

A world that spins out of control.

A place that tears the child

Away, so alone. 

He gasps, his sighs are empty;

Thoughts are cast aside, mind

Bleeding and remembering. 

Only dreams capture his desires,

His façade is catatonic. 

The corpse-like exterior, vacant

Shield held against a coming storm.

Eyes block out the presence

Of ghosts, surrendering to the 

Beauty of the void around him.

finding it hard to process the

Reality, his perception falls away. 

Trapped within a realm of isolation,

Controlled and ever watched by Demons. 

This time her words no longer work,

Nothing works to silence the tears.

Like the empty casket that

Beckoned me forward,

I fell apart as the void collapsed.

I reminded myself of distant voices,

I recalled memories and advice given.

I always felt the need to breathe every 

Ounce given and devour the remains 

Along with your thoughts. 

The air grows dense, the walls 

Quiver as bodies lean.

Skin puckers and notes entwine. 

I try to forget as I continue to listen

And let the words scream

Louder than ever. 

Sweat leaks out from under eyelids,

The heat pours light over melting bodies.

Swelling of the blood beneath my skin,

The tightness of muscles, the bones crumble.

Drenched in the water purged from a struggle,

An effort, a pointless game.

Like her empty threats and spineless words - 

The demands fall down like pleas.

Unable to resist but still her demeanour restricts;

The endless desire, the fuel for union.

The pain and frustration bubble over - 

All ends in silence and quiet reflection.