Mixed media sketch: pencil, water colour and acrylics.  740mm W x 590mm H.
This piece was written during isolation in lockdown 2020. Even though no one at the time realised what the economic impact would be worldwide, it was thought at the time that the path of positivity would be the wisest choice. It is here where I found inspiration and hope in the small things; the almost mundane made me believe that the positivity I forced myself to feel will recreate us to former splendor.

Shipping size incl. packaging

Height (CM) = 74

Width / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 89

Depth / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 17

Weight = 7kg

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‘There is a time,
When We knew no pain
The pleasant scent of fresh rain
All will stay the same

Fresh mist spread its tendrils
Like grasping hands of nettles
Settling gently over foothills
Calming fury, fury stills

There is a time,
When We never felt so lone
Craters blown into oblivion
Unknown visions We are prone

Neatly handwritten labels
Ever divided, as by rule
Perseverance got You,
Greater goals to pool

There is a time,
My heart burns like an ember
Smouldering to remember
How small goodness’s remained?

How easily forgotten
The Little things begotten
From true hearts and minds

There is a time,
When new landscapes recreate
Knitting us together
Hope, Belief at tether

My soul is heavy, weathered
My heart is broken, battered
Your path is laid before you
The choice in your revision
Will make a sound decision


VaL Smit ©

Published: The West Review Fall 2020