Fabric of the night sky, 17 April 2020

The sky can be a dark shroud. The medieval  Greek Easter chant has it "oh light that gives my eyes light, my gentle son, my sweet child, why does the tomb now hide you?" Lamentation is the oldest artform of women. I had never really heard a full bodied lament until I heard Tiwi women mourning the dead iin a highpitched ululation that would have been understood in Mycenaean times. What a relief to weep for all the lost ones. The sighing wind blows clouds so that the night sky is thick with darkness. I dream that everyone is contagious.

Diana Wood Conroy 'Fabric of the night sky',watercolour on Canzon pape,r 15 x 21 cm, 17 April 2020