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a frieze - look back (a three panel work with poem text on each panel) - Limited Edition 1 of 5 Artwork

Malcolm D B Munro

United States

Mixed Media, Digital on Paper

Size: 120 W x 32 H x 1.5 D in

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Due to the close match of the colour of the type of the poem text to the colours of the work's images, the text is not visible on the web. Please click on the closeup to view a portion of the text. The work comprises three panels, each of which abut the next. The size of each panel, therefore, is 40 x 32 in. (100 x 82 cm). Printed on museum quality archival media. A Limited Edition, each print is supplied with a Certificate of Authenticity signed by the artist. The work may be purchased block mounted and framed if so desired, in which case each panel is mounted individually and clamps are supplied to tie each panel to the next thus ensuring a tight fit of the work overall. If supplied as a Limited Edition Print, the panels are shipped flat, each separated from the other, in a box. Shipping is included in the price shown. If purchased mounted, each panel is packed and boxed separately. Inquiries for mounting, and framing, if desired, should be directed through Saatchi Art to the artist. The work. The poem was composed two or three days before the work was conceived and is written in the usual laconic style typical of the artist. The idea of placing the poem came spontaneously. The poem does not intuit the placing on a physical work in and of itself. As part of this spontaneity, an image formed in the artist's mind that would serve as a platform for the poem. A section of a Greek temple frieze was chosen which is badly damaged, either deliberately or due to the course of time. The image was treated to create the sort of image seen through an electron microscope and is repeated across the work, thus creating the three panels. The text, freed from being placed vertically in normal print form, is laid out as a composition across each panel. Curiously, the title was decided on before the artist even realized that he was creating a three panel work. Such is the nature of the creative force. Various colours of type face for the text were tried but the sky blue chosen blends with the work and is thus not intrusive but integral with it. Text of the poem Once, long ago The future foretold We formed At least our progenitors did A marvel of nature's Inexorable force Majestic Just as Darwin prophesied Not long ago Deep in the mists of time False paleontologists Hardly find the trace Of when we climbed from trees Gave up their greeny grip And walked, all fours Upon the ground And then, as if by miracle, But much happens in that way With the course of time Over billions of years By our reckoning We are told We do not know And maybe never will Emerged our species Called, Linnaeus-like Homo sapiens What a name! To forage, hunt, gather Survive where others did not Through ages iced Innumerable Oh, yes, their trace Remains. And so we began Not long ago Animals and crops to husband A cornucopia, surplus We stored Built up tall towers To Gods we could not see Knowing in our souls That some power lies Beyond our Earth-bound Ken And still this is true Even now Not humbled despite Of humility none In these later times We sailed in ships we made No bigger than walnuts Frail Guided by stars we foretold Mysteries And found Lands far beyond our homes Conquered, enslaved, Killed with mass destruction Those we could not. Colonized to our greedy good But not to these we regarded As not worthy of our kind Wiped from the face of their land All trace of how they had lived Our's supreme Our God, Gods, told us so And so In due course of time We built by degree and decree That world in which we now live And spoil heedless in our race, our race But still not satified We reach Beyond Gravity's grip As did we those trees of old To leap, one foot at a time Those stars we have seen and watched From the time of our birth and remain To colonize them And wreak on them the same destruction We have on ours Us mighty, mighty man Species Gods maybe But frail Of which we hardly cognizant are Our time will come Not with an ice age again But a fiery one To burn us up And of us then No trace Will remain Fruitless futility No?

Details & Dimensions

Multi-paneled Mixed Media:Digital on Paper

Artist Produced Limited Edition of:1

Size:120 W x 32 H x 1.5 D in

Number of Panels:2

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It is possible, though not proven, that abilities of whatever nature, come from our genes, passed on by parents. In my case, my mother. My mother dripped art. Her sister, whom I never met, was a concert pianist though both brothers were engineers as was their father. My mother lived entirely in the arts world and I grew up in Edinburgh surrounded by artists of all nationalities. I remember visiting one, a painter. Long after my mother had left us, my two brothers and I visited an artist friend of hers. He was as poor as were we and he gave us bread slices covered in sugar. My father, an intellectual and self appointed scholar, had chosen not to work; defeated by the breakdown of his marriage. We went overnight from among the very wealthy in the city into genteel poverty since he had lost his job with the Royal Society of Edinburgh as a result of his withdrawal from the outside world. This was a peculiar upbringing. What it meant for me is that I could not do anything but choose a career which guaranteed security of employment and income throughout my life. A natural choice was engineering. I spent my life in this career for which I was quite unsuited and quite alien to me but I was good at it, I am tempted to say, very, very good, unfortunately. Now I have reached a point, with that career behind me, where I can pursue what I love and am good at. Well, better at. All those years, in every waken hour outside of the demands of the intensity which engineering requires, were spent pursing knowledge and practice of arts; art, literature, theatre and music. At college I hung around with the artists. My fellow engineering students seemed alien beings to me. I was fortunate indeed to grow up in Edinburgh and one could not wish for a fuller cultural environment. Since my mother was an artist, I was exposed early to the creation of art, both hers and that of her artist friends. Before coming to this country to join family, I lived in South Africa for a period of years, which has influenced me in ways that are not readily apparent in any of my art works. I think the profundity of influence is due to the particular light that fills the landscapes of that part of the world and the people. There is, too, a deeply felt sense of being connected to the world and to the soil upon which we stand and live. I suspect that the political situation of the time made me aware of power abused to subjugate others and to deny them their freedom.

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