this work is apart of a series for an exhibition in 2022 called “Boys Boys Boys” at floating goose studios. This piece is named after the first line of a poem.
“There’s a gorgeous pot of tea that my father keeps by the kitchen sink. It’s a coloured rose red deep and shines bright pink when the light hits.
Dad doesn’t let anyone look at it or even think about the tinsiest sip, let alone a whole drink.
Please, please, please let me in.
I’m up on my toes wobbling, fingers twitch as I reach, but lord knows I’m not getting near this peach tea easily.
I think, lord I think, mischievously, ways up down and all around this tea, sitting upside down blood rushing into my crown to get a taste of this drink.
Please, please, please just a sip.
Sunday drives to the beach to have a little dip, dad would sit beside me and drink his tea, taste: peach. Oh man, do I want some of it.
When grandma died he cried and cried but went to the kitchen and had a sip and he said “that’s done the trick, I feel fine”.
Crud this damn clock that ticks and mocks my small hands, little spine and flat feet. I resent the thing, and the tea towel that dangles just above reach that the peach tea sits in. Lord I reach and reach and pull and lord what a fool it all fell into the sink. Glug, glug, glug that steel hole sings, running away with my fathers drink, his gorgeous tea, leaving me nothing, staring at this damn ceiling.
Please, please, please I need to think.”