Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: visual art

My Paintings Are Organic

My Paintings are loose

dripping like punctured abcess

colours even fall

RESPONSE

Eye Claim

Responsibility

for 9/11

and Quite a Responsibility

It Is:

I have not sung a song

in honour of

Destruction-ism

(My New Art Form)

I have hung

M(eye) First Husband’s Love Letter

upon M(eye) Refrigerator

PRESERVATION

Sky of Cloud only

first blush turns Florescent Pink

unexpectantly

Curtsy

My sculpture melted —

Dance Demonstration Request:

He told Me “Curtsy”

“There Is Nothing Lost”

On the night

Eye painted M(eye) Bomb

the wind picked up

and Eye made for the deck

where M(eye) salvaged pieces lay

laminated together

on a glass table top —

just as Eye approached

M(eye) kitchen door

a gust had the nerve

to lift M(eye) work

and sent it flying

down to Destruction

TONIGHT

Eye tried to paint

a mushroom cloud

and out it came

just like a shroud

looks to me

could be a tree —

or standing back

brain imagery

RELEGATION

By Timely Construction

There Exists

One Room

in M(eye) House

for The Undernourished

The Devastated

The Sublime —

held in port

for The Outcome

of Disaster

and Love

Eastlink

What did Dr Blair

hope to achieve by holding

me down for so long?

LUMINOSITY II

Eye would paint the sky

in oils feathering greys

for M(eye) clouds of Gold

DAWN

Sun-meshed horizon

colouring clouds, Eye can hear

M(eye) morning bird song