Poem by Rhonda Cotsell, in response to a work in the Weathering the Future exhibition.
We were struck by this example from Rhonda Cotsell:
There is a mystery here
I recognise the skill
of weaving
It is the craftswoman in
the contrast of soft
white, pink tinged
Is it something on which
I have a right
to comment?
I don’t understand
what it is saying
but it suggests
death or maybe
food gathering?
I need to listen
if I am to use what words
I have
at my disposal,
within
my cultural
DNA.
The exhibition is open today, Saturday 15 December, and tomorrow, Sunday 16 December, noon till 4pm, and again from Thursday 20 December to Sunday 23 December, noon till 4pm.
