A poem: The Unexpected gallery

A poem Todays experience: The Unexpected gallery

The unexpected Gallery

The curiosity is turned on,
Without faltering step,
I stride.
admire on entry.
A visual vacuum before me
in… connected

what is before me
HIV positive,
printed on fabric,
shouting loud.
yes my conscious
like a 1985 ventilate

The eyes they talk to me.
In a corridor of black
printed words confuses

A great pretender
by a real intender


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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