Description

Especially when the October wind

With frosty fingers punishes my hair,

Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire

And cast a shadow crab upon the land,

By the sea’s side, hearing the noise of birds,

Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,

My busy heart who shudders as she talks

Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

I admire the passion, energy and madness of Dylan Thomas’ work and wanted this to be evident in my print. It was important to me to draw and carve directly into the linoleum, with a strong sun low in the sky, in order to observe the required shadows on the beach, and as a result, make reference to the energy and
passion I love in Thomas’ work.
This linocut shows Swansea Bay in the light of a lowautumn sun with ‘crabbing’ like figures on the beach;the energy and directness of the cut marks suggesting the movement of the strong October wind