Would he cry now for the concrete
that has taken root in reality,
this was never what inspired his impression.
I shiver sometimes when I slip to the edge of this shore
where George saw more in suggestion
and Stephen gave names to the dots.
Balance and harmony are hopes, not foundations
but you wanted me to lay down in all you had built
before you even knew my name.
We are all artists; drawing, singing, writing,
directing, searching for our spotlight on the stage
or along the shore.
You wanted us to be a monument but I knew
the concrete would crush my concern for creation.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly.
Georges Seurat painted on Sundays in 1884 on Ile de la Grande Jatte, an island on the edge of Paris. Before I left Paris in 1999, my boyfriend would come over from London on weekends where we would walk along this island looking for the light and balance Georges had painted in dots onto his canvas, while humming the tunes from Stephen Sondheim’s musical Sunday in the Park with George.