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Andrew Verster

Andrew Verster

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Andrew Verster, the angel, 1987
Andrew Verster, the angel, 1987
Andrew Verster, the angel, 1987
Andrew Verster, the angel, 1987

Andrew Verster

the angel, 1987
Silkscreen
58 x 41.5 cm
Edition of 100
R8,800.00
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  • (View a larger image of thumbnail 1 ) Andrew Verster, Retro portrait with trees
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  • (View a larger image of thumbnail 3 ) Andrew Verster, Retro portrait with trees
  • (View a larger image of thumbnail 4 ) Andrew Verster, Retro portrait with trees
the angel three years we waited kept watch with baited breath: the pines, the shore and the stars sharing the blade with the plough or the keel with the ship...
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the angel

 

three years we waited

kept watch with baited breath:

the pines, the shore and the stars

sharing the blade with the plough or the keel with the ship

we searched again for the very first seed

so that the ancient drame could repeat its play

 

we returned to our homes, defeated

limbs weary and lips cracked

and with the aftertaste of rust and brine

hardly awake we went north

strangers plunged into fog and wounded

by the spotless wings of swans

on winter nights the wild wind from the east

drove us insane

in summer we were lost in the torment of days

that could not lie

 

together in smple penance

we brought back

these carvings of a humble art

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