The French Road
(by Douglas Ross. Accompanying the image of Roxanne Ebrahimi.)
On your way to the airport, a voice said,
“It’s about time you grew up Roxanne.
We can’t all just do what we want.
Freedom is a luxury you cannot afford.”
Tough love or kindness that is cruel
Cutting the legs from under you
As you reached for the sky,
For make believe.
For the possibilities
For this, your only life.
The first short leg of your journey
Was for an overdue meeting
With your wildness in the heart of the country
And your troubled heart in the wilderness.
Driving down ever narrowing roads,
We're a few weeks into 2016 and I'm beginning to catch up on editing.
I was very glad to get so many opportunities to show my work in 2015 in Ireland and abroad. But the truth is that I am more enriched by a day's work in the studio than by all six of the opening receptions of last year rolled into one. A few days in the exhibitions stand out for the interaction that I had with viewers. The show in Barcelona had 6,000 people through it in a weekend and I had a chance to interact, dialogue and listen to people's views non-stop. It was really enjoyable and valuable feedback. At the other end of the audience scale there was another gem of an ex