Jamie Moran - BA (Hons) Fine Art
Who is the artist when she is at home?
Who is she in the shower?
And does she really think about you in the way you wish she did?
past her own expectation she holds herself
with strength, she becomes her own rough hand
and in duty she is her own kiss
her body is bare in the leaves
and though she reaches out to touch grace clumsily
the branch holds steady as the wind blows
something aquarian and undeniable
qualified in stars and school reports
she gets lost and she wants to find
she is forced to be fixer
and her tiger eyes are faithful in their search for feeling
but unsteady in the vulnerability of contact
Who is the artist when she is alone?
Who is she on the train?
And who does she think she is?
