Her walking stick leans on the table as she applies a chilling blue hue on a glass tile. The initial striations disappear with a second brush stroke. The warmth from the kiln sparks a winterly silver-blue radiance reflective of a distant cascade, once she lights and fires it. As the seasons blend, the fiery glass rotates too. The paint slowly seethes into the glass, uniting through calm. Her heart is the adhesive. We await her illuminating vision emerging in snail’s pace — a project bigger than herself gradually shown in gleaming shards. She has creatively envisioned it, caricatured it with an aqueous mix of pastel and black ink — a portrait birthed out of disciplined sequence. Currently, focus is centred on a single fragment. The brush repeatedly doused in chilling paint, each stroke darkening into a dense indigo, bestowed with luminosity. Visitors will be turned away for now, ‘Presently, Miss Hone is engrossed, working on the grand windows,’ they will be told.
This poem is an excerpt from Grace Wilentz’s latest anthology, ‘Harmony (Unfinished)’, procured from The Gallery Press.