Pencil, charcoal and Indian ink on textured paper; 760mm W x 590mm H.
Resurgemus or ‘We shall rise’, is a political outcry to the corruption in our country even amidst the immense economic strain we as a people experience. Our country’s tresses are held fast by pestilence overwhelming the masses whom so many empty promises had been made to. The problem at a molecular level is a moral one and not economic as we are made to believe.

Shipping size incl. packaging

Height (CM) = 74

Width / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 89

Depth / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 17

Weight = 7kg

1 in stock


‘The forest lain out beneath the iron sky of winter
Is stiffened in frost
Frozen in fog
The mists as chill as death wandering to the impulse of our south-west

The river itself is a torrent
Tearing asunder the wood of skeletons and
Sending a raving sound of thunder through the air

Our forest now,
The cradle of fog-bred pestilence
Breathing contagion into its crowded recesses

How I long for blue skies, placid sunshine and soft western gale filled days
Our forest to shake loose its tresses and
Our Oak skeletons to be restored to its once majestic life’


VaL Smit ©

Published: Literary Garland, September 2020