Tuesday, 7 October 2014

The Imaginary Herbarium of Dr James Miranda Barry


I sink my teeth into my doubts and chew over until they fly away like kind birds
Inks, pastels and graphite on paper, 2014
Source: D.J. Cunningham, 1850 - 1909






































Your nocturnal voice illuminates my labyrinths
Inks and pastels on paper, 2014
Source: Florence Fenwick Miller, 1854 – 1936






































I still keep the shy heart of my childhood among the plants of my garden
Inks, pastels and graphite on paper, 2014
Source: Giulio Cesare Casseri, 1552 - 1616






































Tonight I have sown breasts. Their fragrant flowers help me to forgive and forget
Inks, pastels and graphite on paper, 2014
Source: Sir Astley Paston Cooper, 1768-1841






































Don’t be judgemental baby. There is so much more poetry and fun and dignity
Inks, pastels and graphite on paper, 2014
Source: Nicolas Henri Jacob, 1781-1871






































During the day my tongue speaks words of care. 
At night my tongue fondles my lovers.
Inks, pastels and graphite on paper, 2014
Source: Giovanni Battista Morgagni, 1682 -1771

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