Splinter Contemporary Artists: Esther

The Meat Ants and The Splinters

I wonder if ants have time on their hands

for creative pursuits or for play

To think of the future, question the trends,

or reflect on the passage of day

Do they ever go looking for things they don’t need

or else for the heck of it stalk,

to the top of the hill and come back again

just to say they have been for a walk

Do they sit like a thinker with head in their hands,

neither pick up a duster or broom

But muse for amusement and shuffle the strands

of their thoughts getting stuck on a tune

Do they worry about the state of the world,

raise their eyes to the sky in despair,

for the tree, which their grandparents made a path round

with their footsteps, is no longer there

Do they reach for the fountain or reach for the stars

Do they cheer because Pluto is ice

Are their stony creations as artless as art,

or artfully mastered device

As Splinters we gather with time on our hands,

to make something of our day

While ants gather stones and flies walk on water

our feet search for traction in clay.

Esther Costa 2015

Lichen

Stone
Stick
Bone
Steady
Searching
Land

Yellow

Gold
King
Sold
Under
Time
Found

Wire

Rust
Angle
Shaken

Dust

Worn
Fold

Woven

Tear
Echo
Lasting
Breath
Take
Hold

Esther Costa 2015

Splinter Contemporary Artists