Sway

original acrylic and pastel on stretched canvas 92 x 122 cm having been told once that moons collected make bridges that stars make stairs and suns doors they sought for the sky not as pastime nor industry but by way of being and in earnest they spread arms wide as wide sweeping for spheres salvaging the celestial and the fallen for after having once heard that moons make mettle that stars satiate and from suns by and by sight stems they collated the sky not as curator nor contestant but by way of becoming and in patience for every glimmer holds the tic of want and each beam the toc of will each setting and rising, the hammer and tong each shine, the spit each dazzle, the sweat of sky applied and light learned after all the telling and the hearing the collecting and collating the bridges and stairs and doors turned entrances into places where stuffed pockets and stored silver and the tight and the right and the salvaged string held no sway after all the being and becoming and spitting and sweating the bridges and stairs and doors turned want into a way where the pulled apart were put together where the cloudy cleared and levies lightened and where the truth of time’s sky school holds all sway Listen to me tell the story of Sway... Jane Donaldson · Sway.m4a * If you've got a question about Sway please send me a message. ** Keen to lay-by? Read about how to get started here. *** Free freight within AU.