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Aerial Tempest

Aerial tempest,
your swirling damp twisting
and dancing in the sky,
rages a fury above
but your rake is not felt
save for a wind.

You echo your salty sister below,
her currents and tides
a reconing force of their own.
A surging power of
unimagined size.

But life is begun,
and life is ended,
above and below
with violence and love,
end to end
again, again
and again.

Aeternum.

© William Bushell 2021


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Juan de Fuca (a perspective)

The initial inspiration for my latest series of paintings and drawings was the visual experience of the seaside. The distant distortions that manifest in the oddest ways. The shoreline, the clouds, the ships and sailboats, a bunch of kites scratching away at the sky. And the experience is heightened because all of your senses are in overload. But inevitably the working surface dictates what will be. A bit of cut paper from the studio floor finds its way on. A drawn line will always tell its own tale, but all the while the ocean experience is there nudging the story.

A Shape so Real

We look but know
we see what is not.
The light refracts.
Our eyes perceive
a shape so real,
a distant shore,
perhaps a ship
of monstrous size,
or structures at
the edge of – what?
A mountain floats
among the clouds.
Never mind,
a kite will tie all.

© William Bushell 2016

Ship and Wave

Ship and Wave

Winter Sun

Winter Sun

Silhouette View

Silhouette View

Finlayson Wash

Finlayson Wash

Across the Strait

Across the Strait

juan de fuca No.4

Juan de Fuca No.4

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