What we are,
we are becoming.
But what if this garden
is still far off—
Then we start with the small;
we choose one thing soft,
Like responding with patience
instead of with power,
or trading the sword
for a spade and a flower.
from “Guernica’s Garden” by Elizabeth Wickland
Elizabeth Wickland weaves together word and image through poetry and art in Bozeman, MT.
Having lived in Montana for over twenty years and written poetry for most of her life, Elizabeth has found poems to be just the right shape to hold the the beautiful complexity of living close to the earth in a soul that hovers above it. A pilgrim of the liminal ordinary, she meanders through days gleaning glimpses of goodness from which to spin threads of gold woven with fibers of finitude. In time, the images have escaped the web of words, more meditation than medium, and found themselves framed on canvas, embedded in encaustic, and carved into linoelum. Elizabeth's visual art and poetry explore the same images through different lenses, attempting to drape a veil over the shape of reality in a way that reveals what lies beyond it, the evanescent effulgence of the everyday.