Here are the images of an exhibition put together by a group of 30 art students at Birmingham City University. After the images is a poem written by my dear friend, Ify. She had a long look at the images before crafting the poem. She wasn’t at the exhibition, so the poem is based entirely on the emotions, thoughts and ideas the images evoked.
Ify: Make love not war
Ify: Paper, brown as dust, old as age
Ify: Crisp as light enchanting
Ify: Visions of black, hiding my sins, casting shadows concealed
Ify: Hiding their art and what else?
Ify: The edges, sharp as light, holds the truth
Ify: Of my aching heart
Ify: The flow of blood like mine, a pinprick to the depth of my eyes
Ify: Making me ask, why not?
Ify: Why not peace?
Ify: But why not war?
Ify: My war bore my art
Ify: And my art bears my peace
Ify: …..This is the end…
She sent me the poem via BBM, hence the conversion-like format (which I obviously kept).