Learn your Landscapes is an ongoing series of paintings and poetry snippets depicting landscapes of places I used to call home, or places I visited and which shaped pivotal bits of my identity.
The air is always thick
with humidity and the certain promise of
Rebuilding on rubble is routine.
For now the sea beckons and the arak flows.
There is no sound more soothing
than the farewell of a whale.
It’s just you and the sun now.
We are so insignificant
mountains tumbling into prairies rolling into
cities that feel accidental.
If you want to get lost, this is the place.
Hair frizzy skin slightly cold
sidewalks still glistening with rain.
Fog is a permanent state of mind around these parts.
Move slow and with intention, we’re all friends here.
Bright blues mask missing mud
what else did we take that wasn’t ours?
The history cuts so deep
and the salt stings.
When the skies turn orange it’s
the desert vs. man.
The smell of garlic
and garbage burning.
In the summers thunder lights up
endless horizons buzzing with mosquitos.
Snow can be shovelled with brooms
hope gathered time and time again.