FERRY CROSSING

By Leila

Ferry Crossing

different
views into the strait

fading into conversation

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place
and connection

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Graphite/ Charcoal/ Pencils

open the door on the soft light

the hibernation finished

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start drawing
anywhere

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shadow hills
block out the

and still in the night
I see
the trees
silhouette
Browns Island

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there’s a star
one
in-between the winged
clouds

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practising scales of shading

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one star
then another
the sky black
the water inky and rippling

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light and shadow
on the hills – went out of rhythm

a bit of wind out here

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draw
first the line on the horizon

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foregrounds
packed
or restfully blank

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hills above matiatia
5b pencil

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motuihi island
2b pencil

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Motutapu
the yellow-steep cliffs ripple
In contrast to the green tops

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Motukorea
when light
bathes the object from one side
there is a point
at which the light stops
and becomes a shadow

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bean rock
drawing it
closer and

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The best memory isn’t as good as faded ink
Chinese proverb

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white cloud above the city
soft cream

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the water
thick

mist in the hollows
of kohimarama and mission bay

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looking back

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autumn wind
trickles a dry leaf on the pavement

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waiting for the taxi
not good
at waiting

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she is very still
tiny
her skin loose
fragile
eyes
glazed

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wonder what I am doing
leaving her

buy some peppermints
waiting again
it begins to rain
8.45 boat

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charcoal

willow tree
compressed extra soft

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the wharf lights
like praying mantis
reflect outwards

a white totem
ribboned and spiralling
into the darkness

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charcoal rubber
put into a film canister

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rangitoto invisible
in the night
hidden cradle
gently rocking

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drift whift
deep sleep
wild ocean

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wind

changing

patterns

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EE lumograph

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missing
a small ruler
in my pencil case

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first the day

is bright

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I wasn’t there

dislocated

I should have

so tired

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graphite
sandpaper the graphite

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it’s like a gap to walk through
this bright autumn sun

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Emily Dickenson
“…a courteous, yet harrowing Grace
As Guest, that would be gone –
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a keel
Our summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.”

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the large sting ray
is almost at the same place

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a cloud in front of a cloud
as if it shouldn’t belong
there

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there’s a little bit of a swell out here

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horizon line
lines of composition

 

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words are uncertain

as if they get lifted to their unformed
space

as if they could take
some other meaning

as if the way the letters
are no longer
able to form the word

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the coromandel
softens behind the cloud

 

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wings of gull grey
the sky is watercolour

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soft rain
constantly moving
concentric patterns
on the black cement

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small congregations
of dark clothed people
huddle in the shelter
waiting

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heavy grey sky

yellow ochre
vandyke brown
ultra marine
grey

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epigenetic
a given order

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bright

sharp weather

small note
on sparrows
how did they
get here

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clay cliffs of motutapu

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one gull flying
as if on a mission

three men rocking in a boat

fishing

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marker pens

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the thought
drawing
the line

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learning

to use
these materials
mum left behind

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someone kayaks
in the wake

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knitting
a petral speeds through the waves
books
sudoku
pieces of work

unravelling

the ferry crossing

 

the ferry crossing

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poetry and drawings by Leila Lees

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