We watched the Forest, Field and Sky: Art Out Of Nature on BBC 4 last night. It was about artists whose work explores the human relationship with the natural world. Well that's what my tv magazine said. Did you see it?
It showed a man building a dry stone wall in the trunk of a dead tree, an artist who made a walk by treading the grass down in a line. It reminded me of a white line on a football pitch. He also made a 10 mile walk. Here was a lady artist who made a stone structure in the sea and set a bonfire in it. Then they filmed the ever encroaching sea rising over the structure. A fascinating programme and confirmed what I have thought for a long time. Everything can be art. It doesn't have to be that which is useless.
Take a meal, a vase of flowers, a blog picture, a blog post, a poem, a painting, a book, a garden, a well dug allotment. You know what? I think it's all art? Mother nature is the greatest artist of them all. She doesn't draw in straight lines either. Like trees planted like soldiers on golf courses. Do you agree?
Here's a poem I wrote the other year. It came to me when I walking. The 10 mile walk on the programme made me think of my poem: Walking Right Through Time.
WALKING RIGHT THROUGH TIME.
I am not walking on the earth,
I am not walking on the stars,
I just keep walking, walking through time.
There's no cobwebs on my finger tips,
No Ivy growing around my heart,
I am just a Poet looking for a rhyme,
Walking, walking, walking,
Right through time.