INNER
The mothers clasp,
in safety to hold,
enclose.
Inner winter warm repels the cold.
Warms the soul
controlled, relax,
breath out,
childhood stories told
turning, caring, comfort
it never grows old.
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Author: alanwhitfield80
Hello!
I get about a bit so here about me first. I am a visual artist and poet who works within the context of fine art. My work is grounded in documentary, exploring the inner beauty of everyday life through various lens based media. Notions of nostalgia and social commentary are present, but from a definite northern working class perspective. Instinctively I exploring the townscapes of North Wales and the North West, often producing work that reflects the every day minutiae of life.
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