26th June 2022
We love fanmail, especially when it comes in the form of a poem!
The inspired independent curator, Nico Kos Earle, visited us just before we opened, and has sent us these words:
Form on Form
(A poem for Anna)
With patience, you will notice
Everything changes, even the stones.
Branches bud, bloom, and leaf
Fruit ripens, drops, and seeds
The earth, over and over again,
Sedimenting, accumulating, compounding
The landscape, striated with bones,
To unthinkable darkness.
Meanwhile the stone waits,
Hidden beneath a time ringed tree,
To see the light again.
Immutable, solid, drawing for water,
Calling for heat.
Into this metamorphic space
Slips a sculptural mind, seeking
To unearth what wants to be shaped,
In form be recorded
And because each stone carries
The husked memory of place
It is vital, it resists, it makes demands.
An ancient coldness sucks
The warmth from her hands.
And so they quarry – form on form –
Animal thrashing rough to smooth,
Chipping, grinding, muscles harden.
Shaping the stone, the stone
Shapes the hand.
The mind reconfigures to a
Cutting loudness. Dust clouds
The room – so much is lost –
And there is always the
Possibility of breaking.
Time collapses, the rock yields
Something new is formed.
Now plinthed in Asthall’s borders,
Sited by the lake, resting
In the cool shade of an orchard
Forms continue to invite touch.
Beautifully silent, they hold
A simple truth: because everything
Changes, nothing disappears.
This stone will not betray you
It will stay true to form.
By Nico Kos Earle