This painting is alive. It moves. Words sometimes feel inadequate, but look at what this artist has achieved within the limits of her medium.

She made paint dance…

We can do anything if we have the courage.

We can fall.

This is the opening  of Ali Smith’s novel Hotel World which depicts a young girl falling to her death in an hotel’s dumb waiter

Woooooooo-
hooooooo what a fall what a soar what a plummet what a dash into dark into light what a plunge what a glide thud crash what a drop what a rush what a swoop what a fright what a mad hushed skirl what a smash mush mash-up broke and gashed what a heart in my mouth what an end.
What a life.
What a time.
What I felt. Then. Gone.

We can gallop.

Here’s a stanza from Robert Browning’s How We Brought the Good News from Aix to Ghent written to suggest the movement of the horse 

Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace
Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing
our place;
I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,
Then shortened each stirrup, and set the
pique right,
Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit,
Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.

Can you think of any other examples of writing breaking free of the usual boundaries?

The painting is by a young Ghanaian artist, Betty Acquah. Her subject is ordinary working women and you can see more of her work HERE