Loitering Flowers

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Gavin Maughfling : 'Scan'. Oil on Canvas (diptych),180 x 70 cm, 2014 Gavin Maughfling : 'Riversweats'. Oil on Canvas, 80 x 60 cm, 2014 Gavin Maughfling : 'Beesucks'. Oil on Canvas, 80 x 60 cm, 2014 Gavin Maughfling : 'Undergrowth'. Oil on Canvas, 80 x 60 cm, 2014 Gavin Maughfling : 'Summer Knights'. Oil on Canvas, 152 x 112 cm, 2014.
The river sweats rivers down past reaches. There is a walnut tree, a little walnut tree. Its boughs kiss the water, sip oil and tar, sway gently, green fruit undulating ready for plucking. Where the bee sucks, there suck I, under the blossom there I lie, merrily, merrily, some are here and some, under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Red sails wide to leeward, two Canada geese poised, one webbed leg each raised, stare expectantly across to the Isle of Dogs, as a dog returns. What I found was not what I thought, time’s river oozing East out into the Estuary, but rather poppies blowing brilliant red in the summer light. As once my younger self, with bated breath and alert to the sexual halloos sending the wild echoes tumbling down the halls dying, I part branches to fathom empty bottles, sandwich papers, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends, bees buzzing on a fresh meal, summer nights’ testimony, of corals his bones and some of summer’s knights are missing, not I.

Turn the key, and step into Paradise. How abundant and how beautiful this liminal growth, these flowers that bloom and multiply on the margins, swaying in the breeze, the bees buzzing full of honey. Tower blocks string the sullen horizon, I climb the stair and turn the key, it’s in the lock, not I. Sweet Thames. And this is what I did.

These paintings were initiated by my participation in the project Over Time, and by the five hours I spent at Enderby Wharf on the River Thames at Greenwich, observing, drawing, writing and filming. Further information on the Over Time project can be found at:

www.overtimeart.org
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The river sweats rivers down past reaches. There is a walnut tree, a little walnut tree. Its boughs kiss the water, sip oil and tar, sway gently, green fruit undulating ready for plucking. Where the bee sucks, there suck I, under the blossom there I lie, merrily, merrily, some are here and some, under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Red sails wide to leeward, two Canada geese poised, one webbed leg each raised, stare expectantly across to the Isle of Dogs, as a dog returns. What I found was not what I thought, time’s river oozing East out into the Estuary, but rather poppies blowing brilliant red in the summer light. As once my younger self, with bated breath and alert to the sexual halloos sending the wild echoes tumbling down the halls dying, I part branches to fathom empty bottles, sandwich papers, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends, bees buzzing on a fresh meal, summer nights’ testimony, of corals his bones and some of summer’s knights are missing, not I.



Turn the key, and step into Paradise. How abundant and how beautiful this liminal growth, these flowers that bloom and multiply on the margins, swaying in the breeze, the bees buzzing full of honey. Tower blocks string the sullen horizon, I climb the stair and turn the key, it’s in the lock, not I. Sweet Thames. And this is what I did.



These paintings were initiated by my participation in the project Over Time, and by the five hours I spent at Enderby Wharf on the River Thames at Greenwich, observing, drawing, writing and filming. Further information on the Over Time project can be found at:



www.overtimeart.org
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