All the benches are wet, the woods are so rusty

Patrick Caulfield

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33x40cm (56x63cm framed)

Screenprint, 1973


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Partick Caulfield displayed twenty-two brightly coloured screenprints which were made from a book of poems by French poet, Jules Laforge, not illustrations to the text but complementary images, with the melancholy atmosphere of Caulfield's interiors finding a direct counterpart in Laforgues's poetry.

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You'll be sick if you spend all your time indoors
Oh Helen, I roam the room
Her handkerchief swept me along the Rhine
My Life Inspires so many desires
Curtains drawn back from balconies of shores
I've only the friendship of Hotel rooms
She Fled along the avenue
Ah! storms clouds rushed from the channel coasts
And, with my eyes bolted toward the unconcious
Ah! this life is so everyday
Oh, if one of them, some fine evening, would try
We wanted to watch the silence
Making circles on park lagoons
And I am Alone in the House
Along a twilighted sky
Crying to the walls: My God! My God! will she relent
I'll Take my Life Monotonous
Thus she would come, escaped, half-dead to my door
She'll have forgotten her scarf
All These Confessions
Watch me eat, without appetite, a la carte