The “She Moves Though the Fair” project has got quite large, and I realised that some sort of contents page would be required. So, here it is!

She Moves Through the Fair: Home Page and Contents

As this is a page rather than a post, there is also a permanent link to it on the right hand border.


I am Illusion (a poem)

“Mollusc Nebula” – an abstract painting

I am illusion.
Creation my vocation.
Imag’ry imaginary
Plays havoc with perception:
Pictorial pretence.

I am confusion.
Refraction of reality.
Abstraction to duality.
Distraction at high degree:
None of it makes sense.

I am delusion.
Seeing’s not believing;
Drawing is deceiving;
And painting is a thieving –
At mundanity’s expense.

And in conclusion,
I am all of this and more
Surface truth and deep-set flaw
Interpretation from the core
Insist on ex-istence

High Place – a poem not about art

O, come walk with me, she said,
And I’ll show you a place I know.
A high place, near the sky place.
A special place you need to see, she said.

Down paths that only she knew,
I followed her, I walked with her;
Starting unsure, the way obscure,
But with ev’ry single step my trust grew.

Up a steep steep hill we strode.
Out of breath we reached the top:
Flat top, plateau, so high up,
Grassy sides either side of an old road.

Together atop that hill, we
Found beauty, peace, and respite
From ev’ryday cares and spite;
Feeling stronger and better ready.

If there be magic then true
Magic resides in places like that.
Call it soul – call it spirit;
The name matters not. ‘Tis it’s own value.


(No) Fear of the Blank Page – a poem

wooden pen

The blank page it awaits
Like freshly fallen snow
Which crisply recieves
Footprints on the go

The blank page’s mystery
Is empty and null.
It has but one purpose:
It needs to be full.

Launch yourself into the blankness
Accept the challenge of the new
Make a mark upon the canvas
Write your name on a page or two…

The blank page it has gone
You’ve made a good start
Now sully another one
In pursuit of your art.

Abstract Art

The “Knife and Fork Factory” anectdote makes me think of abstract art.

“Giger Counter” – a recent abstract by yours truly.

It seems to me that small children are quite happy with the idea of abstract art; paintings don’t have to represent anything, they are just made for the joy of creation, and displayed for the joy of looking. As we get older (and more able to create representative images), I think we sometimes lose this facility. Some people regain the ability to relate to abstract work, others never quite do. I’m trying to. Some abstract art moves me (the red Rothkos in the Tate; Barbara Hepworth’s organic forms). Some I struggle with (Pollock). I have only recently started to paint abstracts, though, and then very rarely.

Gender Switches

“She Moves Through the Fair” is usually sung from the male perspective. However, it is frequently sung by a female vocalists. Many of these vocalists are happy to keep the original perspective and sing of a female young love; others have felt the need to change the genders of the protagonists. Sometimes this is reflected in a similar change to the title, but not always.

The following is a list of the versions that I am aware of where the lyrics have been altered to “He moved through the fair”: