Shyness

Life Inside a Woman’s Mind

Life inside a woman’s mind where needfull heart and reason
find no compromise
and logic teases and binds to pathways lined with needle pines
and hedgerows grim with stalking crows
that flap and snap at bleeding thorns.
A black rimmed sun adorns the day time blue with a lazy glare,
the barren earth replies with a dusty sigh
and heaves to stone

Shyness
Review by Stuart Young
On first viewing a new piece of art I like to open myself to first impressions, no matter how absurd, and without reading the artist's title or description. When I saw "Shyness" I immediately thought of Lady Madeline Usher in Poe's gothic classic, and Cezanne. Strange bedfellows? There is a ghostly quality to this image. Extremely feminine, yet silent and ephemeral. One can imagine the rustle of silk or a passing perfume so subtle it may have been imagined. The image is distorted, yet retains the sensual quality of the female form. What is more erotic than a long sweep of neck or the turn of a soft shoulder? To me there is the suggestion of earthier textures. Perhaps charcoal and pastels? I can't shake the visualisation of Paul Cezanne piecing together a rendering of 'Bathers' from fractal image sheets, and this detail lying at his feet on the studio floor