The day the flag sounded like
a sail ripping on its hinges
I chain smoked a pack of cigarrettes.
There was contempt in her eyes
When I came home
As if I should’ve known
All of those things
that lie beneath
the break wave.
I saw a woman looking into her own future. ” The Break Wave” pictures a woman uncomfortably pondering the consequences of the inevitable. The voice from this poem speaks vaguely about stress and it creates anticaption for future events.
It specifically states distress, “a sail ripping on its hinges” for example which sets a speed to the emotions I fell from the poem. I think about the amount of windpower required to to rip a sail.
Flooding also came to mind which is a huge theme in my current my work. Flooding is present in this piece in the top right corner of the painting. There is a window that is flooding mutilple substances in the background. You can see an open window door on the left top side of the piece.
Read more about flooding here (link soon to follow)
