I was working on a production of ‘The Critic’ starring Derek Jacobi. There is a play within the play, which was done in 17th century style. There was a sea sequence with stylised waves as ground rows. The waves were moved sideways and back by Footmen. The waves were hooked like a row of saw teeth. Actors wearing ship shaped hats walked between them. Imagine my delight to discover a roll of bandsaw blades in the metal skip at the dump, they reminded me of the stage set. As you see I have used them to make the waves upon which the pruning saw blade galley sails with large washers as the roundels, and a piece of beaten brass as a sail. The Moon is flamed stainless steel, originally destined to be a part of a bracket fungus on another piece still to be finished. This another work that inspired a poem. Possibly a bit over the top!
An antique moon face sullen,
beaten and scarred,
sailed with blind indifference across
a bronze coloured sky snagged with curled swarf clouds.
Above a landscape spewed forth from still smouldering chasms.
Gouts of flame animated the tortured surface.
Rocks spat and spasmed, foundried and folded.
And when the molten seas had cooled, we sailed on blades of steel.
Gorging on anthracite, stoking the furnace of our souls,
whilst gazing into a brazen future with flame seared eyes.