/// Contemporary Art & Poetry Review ///
On a still winter night I can hear
the sea crashing on itself a mile
to the east, a storm far out in
the cold grey Atlantic pushing
waves to tear at the dunes.
An alpha coywolf calls her pack,
something to kill in the frozen
marsh. Later in my insomnia
the great horned owl hunting
through the trees give her five
beated whooing. Sleep dangles
itself before me like a sweet
black plum just out of reach.
Something screams nearby,
a shriek of dying? On nights
like this all my omissions
materialize out of the darkness
wraiths of shoulds and oughts
and my wrongs committed
climb like an incubus onto my chest.
Even the high chest of drawers
seems judgmental. Dresses
whisper together in the closet
of stains and errors. Let dawn
finally heal me to myself.
ROMINA PELAGATTI lives and works in Paris, France. She graduated in fine arts at Accademia di Belle Arti di Bologna, Italia, in 2003. This same year, she moved to Paris and since then dedicates herself to the art of drawing and painting.
Her work is influenced by a broad range of imagery she collects, some of which includes japanese prints, amateur photography, vintage geographic magazines, and chinese paintings. These images are collected and then mashed up into symetric drawings, aerial landscapes, and odd shapes.
She lately published “Feux de Foręt” a collection of burning drawings with Papier Gaché, an independent publishing house which she co-founded. You can visit the website here: www.papiergache.net