Geometric swirls of a carved gateway to a Maori marae ( meeting place) reimagined in blue, and mirrored.
Not as the carver intended, but how it was in my mind’s eye, on a day where the mood was blue, little was calm in my head and mental waves churned like the sea below the marae.
And, after a little reflection (so to speak), I’m okay with that.
ripple the heavens
cast doubt on the earth
burn the blue
for all that you’re worth
If in the last post Blue Moses, Moses had the blues, I think I have them too today, or at least a nagging sense of disquiet.
But blue is also the colour of the pictured spring, one of the special places I love, where water bubbles up from deep down and there is richness and amazing clarity.
Hope springs eternal, right?
A full scale marble replica of Michelangelo’s sculpture Moses sits in an inner city Auckland park ( it came from Italy with a replica David but that statue sorta went missing years ago).
Theologians and historians still debate and surmise about Moses’s achievements and even his existence.
All I know is that in this representation of the Jewish leader and prophet ,he just looks a little pissed off and, frankly, depressed.
Too long in the wilderness ,maybe…
…or possibly missing his buddy Dave?
Whatever the reason , I have made him up in blue to suit.
Makes me happy, at least…
Elsewhere on this blog ,there is a poem of mine ,Bond/Flow, which mentions a fountain as a symbol of hope.
Fierce hope.
I had the chance to read that poem to others today as a wish for hope for them.
For you too.
It’s natural to feel blue,or trapped,or both,sometimes.Barbed wire thoughts keep us there.Fear defines the perimeters of our life.
In this shot ,I do not resile from that harshness, for I know it well enough. But through,and above ,the loops of razor wire the vastness of the sky is a signifier of the attainable beyond.
Ebb Then Flood 