Escape to Rock and Ice
Oil on Paper
2023
Painting size: 10.5 × 7.4cm
Framed size: 30 × 21cm
This original painting was exhibited at To Rest on Far Sands, Koort Gallery, Subiaco in October 2023. It belongs to a series of 12 works that narrate a day in Iceland, following the journey of a glacier that calves icebergs that travel into the ocean, finishing their lifecycle on the black sand beach of Breidamerkursandur. It is a meditation on time, fragility and the interconnectedness of all things. Escape to Rock and Ice is 1/12.
All works on paper are professionally framed behind anti-glare, UV protective art glass.
To Rest on Far Sands
—Escape to Rock and Ice
And hear a centaur cry from parting plates
While, slumbering, a glacier wounds the stone
Crag by crag. Sky and snow suspend the white horizon
Like air and ground and soul and blood are one
Whole – we’re icebergs born from ancient glacial ice
Which terraform by force of its own mass,
Rise silently with bands of black and blue,
To rest on far sands, becoming clear jewels
That dissolve in the fury of the sea.
So obsidian bluffs are struck with wind and wave,
While Kronos roars from columnar basalt caves.
Melissa Clements
Escape to Rock and Ice
Oil on Paper
2023
Painting size: 10.5 × 7.4cm
Framed size: 30 × 21cm
This original painting was exhibited at To Rest on Far Sands, Koort Gallery, Subiaco in October 2023. It belongs to a series of 12 works that narrate a day in Iceland, following the journey of a glacier that calves icebergs that travel into the ocean, finishing their lifecycle on the black sand beach of Breidamerkursandur. It is a meditation on time, fragility and the interconnectedness of all things. Escape to Rock and Ice is 1/12.
All works on paper are professionally framed behind anti-glare, UV protective art glass.
To Rest on Far Sands
—Escape to Rock and Ice
And hear a centaur cry from parting plates
While, slumbering, a glacier wounds the stone
Crag by crag. Sky and snow suspend the white horizon
Like air and ground and soul and blood are one
Whole – we’re icebergs born from ancient glacial ice
Which terraform by force of its own mass,
Rise silently with bands of black and blue,
To rest on far sands, becoming clear jewels
That dissolve in the fury of the sea.
So obsidian bluffs are struck with wind and wave,
While Kronos roars from columnar basalt caves.
Melissa Clements
