HOME FROM THE SEA

virginia stuart..

loves to be beside the seaside..

her's is a marine life..

a sun bather and beach comber..

artist and sculptor..

she brings home the fruits..

of time and the weather..

sweet molly malone

she sells sea shells


CREATE AND SURVIVE


virginia has created her own medium..

her own version of papier mache..

which is derived from her ceramic work..

she prefers the paper medium to clay..

even though it's new and surprising..

for collectors..

home from the sea

top view

yes that is a ring around a shell..

and yes..

suspended stones from the shingle beach..

and silk thread..

all the works are..

original and unique..



https://pixels.com/profiles/virginia-stuart/collections/sea+pieces

Survivors

Poem

Beaten and broken into pieces.
We lay like lovers do.
Ecstatically drained,
Eternally blue.

Repent now at leisure,
Reassembled in haste
Various woods, pieces of waste,

We were found cut, already shaped,
marked and scarred,
Wanting in taste.

Song

Lost in the waste box
Down in the dumps
Lie around broken
Bruises and lumps

Hopeless and helpless
lost in space
one of us a foot
Another was a face

We are survivors
We are the new
You are the many
We are the few

Put us together
Unite us in fun
I am a robot
He is a gun

Refuged and refreshed,
Reformed and reshaped,
Recently enmeshed,
Lately escaped

We are survivors
No longer lost,
Paying the price,
Bearing the cost.

We are survivors,
No longer depraved
Show us forgiveness
We are the saved.

Creed

Our maker
(saviour would be wrong, a little strong)
(don’t you think?)
Creates us,
Not in his image, but in his imagination.
He sees us, not for what we are, but for
What we could be.
He facilitates our rebirth, engineers our resurrection
He makes us, he saves us.
He loves us.

He paints us, identifies us.
We are survivors.
We are light of heart, contemplative, reminiscent
We are not lonely,
We are grateful.


c. charles stuart 2008