Tuesday 22 May 2012


Some months ago I wrote to a poet called Dorothy McCarthy - I had read one of her poems online and loved it. I wrote to tell her so... she, in turn, read mine and recommended me to a glassworks artist, who was looking for poetry to weave into her glass. A few weeks ago, Flora de Ospina exhibited these works in Oxford, and sold a piece with my words crafted in.
Imagine, somewhere in Oxford, my words on a stranger's wall..
Dorothy belongs to a poetry group in Oxford and asked me to come join them today in a poetry reading on the works of German artist Daniel Eltinger - but that was not possible - hospital early tomorrow morning for my first infusion of Rituximab.

Poetry on leaves, poetry in glass, whatever next? :)


Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene) said...

Deserving! Good luck on your infusion. We'll think good thoughts for you 8-)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

How beautiful, Shaista. What a super connection you have made. Lovely to see your words on a piece of art.

May the infusion go well, and send you home feeling rejuvenated.

Andrew said...

Two forms of art merge. Lovely. And congratulations, you should be proud!

Lydia said...

That is so exciting, Shaista! Congratulations (and congrats to the owner of the piece with your words on it).

Ruth said...

Oh hot daisies and starlight! You are everywhere. We need you.

Warm hugs for the hospital stuff.

Nose_in_a_book said...

What a wonderful way to preserve your words! Congratulations. And I hope the hospital visit went well.

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