art/poetry

December 20, 2023

This is a poem about the collages I was making in 2016.

work made 7 years ago

My hands guiding a pair of scissors 
cutting through paper
No idea in mind but certainly in body
Shapes resembling mine some curves some geometry
some with holes missing from their center 
and some hanging precariously
as I paste them together 
starting from the bottom and working up 
reaching for some balance in the asymmetry
Getting near the top and recognizing the body
with no real limbs 
more like of the trunk of a tree
Like the stones of a cairn stacked neatly
Marking a place in time I would come back to eventually.

Roberta Aylward ©2023

Thanks to Maya Stein for the writing prompt, “seven.”

artitst painted papers on paper, various dimensions, all ©2016