Frederick's Japonica
This sodden August day my
front lawn is boggy high tech
black. But as I run my
Sunrise disco gate, I see my
plum tree in blossom, my jponica
red frenzied out.
Frederick's fast cook, and
those peppermint oil backrubs
afterwards make me feel strong
and tingly enough to paint.
I've made myself sit down with
a cup of tea... and I need to
rough up my painting. It's got
to have the passionate power
the daffodils grandma and my
grandad planted have, pushing
up over the other side of my
flooded raging childhood August
creek. It's at the bottom of the
Hokusai Mountain, behind the cats.
What is it the slanting torn
top edge does? Above my neatly
ruled up standard rectangle.
1996 acrylic on hardboard 760 x 1000mm