Patrick Caulfield - Previous Stock
Coloured Still Life. 1967.
Ah! Storm Clouds Rushed from the Channel Coasts
Ah! this Life is so everyday
All the benches are wet, the woods are so rusty
And I Am Alone In My House
And, with my eyes bolting toward the Unconscious
Crying to the walls: My God! My God! will she Relent?
Curtains drawn back from balconies of shores
Her handkerchief swept me along the Rhine
I've Only the Friendship of Hotel Rooms. 1973.
Making circles on park lagoons
My Life Inspires so many Desires!
She fled along the avenue
She'll have forgotten her scarf
Thus she would come, escaped, half-dead to my door
Watch me eat, without appetite, a la carte
We wanted to bleed the Silence
You'll be sick if you spend all your time indoors
