Kay muses on the moon
…’She smiles into corners…’

Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed:
‘Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,She smiles into corners.
She smoothes the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.

from ‘Rhapsody on a windy night, by T S Eliot.
[Poetry Society version]

Last year my Artweeks theme was lunar imagery in TSEliots poem ‘Rhapsody on a Windy Night’.
This piece is titled ‘She smiles into corners….’
I imagined the moon traversing the night sky and illuminating the dark landscape beneath…patchwork fields , spines of mountain ridges, outstretched branches reaching skyward to stroke the face of the moon , ripples in the sand on the shoreline ..
..hidden corners on the dark canvas awaiting the radiant moon to dispel shadows and ‘smile into corners..’
Through colour and abstract form , through cornered shapes and spaces I have attempted to curate Eliot’s words into a glass recreation.

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