It’s not the scent
of vertical rain,
but how the shadows
where spun
from a cumulus cloud
to flee with the wind
cross the vastness
of sea and to meet
the horizon
I knew.
The Sea and it’s Raining. I Missed You So Much
Artist: Wura-Natasha Ogunji
33rd Bienal de São Paulo
Photograph: Kenia Santos
This is an imaginist poem to the picture for Kenia and toads
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April 25, 2019
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Lovely. And complete. And I can see how it evolved from this image of Kenia’s.
You create a very vivid image here, the rain traveling across the ocean with the wind.
This is absolutely perfect, Bjorn! ❤️
Not the rain itself but the shadows between.. I love the way you saw this image – and the understanding that is experienced at the end is a grand finale.
I like how you imagined the image rather than “seeing ” it
“spun from a cumulus cloud to flee with the wind” I love the imagination of this. Just wonderful
I love how what you are seeing carries you to what you remembered. Beautiful
So beautiful Bjorn.
I really like those shadows spun from a cumulus cloud, Björn.
I stopped in yesterday, and was so enchanted by the possibilities of the prompt, I failed to comment. This is a realist view of the painting, well that is up until the close. Then it becomes filled with wonder. Sensational write, Bjorn.
Gorgeous. I love this — so much.