Ann Morris discusses having a poem written inspired by her sculpture



Emerge Gallery's  ART & WORDS is an exhibition of artwork and poetry inspiring one another. Area artists and poets were invited to participate by submitting existing work as inspiration, and also creating new work inspired by submissions. Artwork by participating artists was chosen by poets who created new poetry inspired by their selection. Artists were also given the opportunity to create new art inspired by submitted poems of participating poets. Exhibition catalogs are available to purchase by clicking here


Saugerties artist Ann Morris has two sculptures in ART & WORDS. Both were chosen by poets as inspiration for new poems, which are exhibited side-by-side with Ann's work. She discusses her reaction to Alessandra Farkas' poem Within written for her sculpture of the same name. 



Alessandra Farkas was so moved by Ann's sculpture Within that she submitted two poems inspired by the sculpture. 




Stone fired stoneware






Hot frothy repulsion

Blocks my orifices.

It fills mouth pores nostrils 

And every sound it kills.

Its echo petrifies me

Love, Blood, Narcissus.


Where is the noise

I chase, stumbling?

Where is the noise?


Love of pus, urine and death

Your embrace gives me.

I turn into bones

Trapped in your web 

Too strong to flee. 

You tarantula.


I do not see the sonic flavors.

Where is the noise?

Where is it?


One, two, three times

Your net envelops me.

Blind, I fall in your trap.

You, lethal sniper

Discharge all your bile.


I am dead 

And yet I still hate you.


— Alessandra Farkas ©


inspired by Within by Ann Morris






War was born from cries

Bacchanal of the rich

Pompous celebration of lard.


A poor bowl for us

of stricken bones

It returns to our table

And eternal echoes of blood.


Is the goldfinch still pecking? 

And are your eyelids always blinking?

Or oblivion has decimated

Even the tall wheat?


They told us: "Wait,

Screaming softly,

Your turn for war. “


— Alessandra Farkas ©


inspired by Within by Ann Morris




Lots Wife

Smoke fired stoneware







Some said baby-face.

They projected her onto the mountains

at night; mutable, gorgeous. 

Her permeable evolution: all of the 

fluidity of fish, all five fingers of a fist. 

The fulfillment of expression. 

In the gauzy hours of the evening, 

she billowed licentiousness, pollen, soft 

sand and humidity. 


History called this behavior curious 

and mentioned Temptation. It carved the word 

Profligate into the temples of heads. 


So, in her best interest, 

the angels pulled her aside, 

asked her to stop being a body. 

Bad blood, they implied. 


Said, pack it up. Bones in boxes. 

Package your lungs, and stuff your veins with tissue. 

Batten the hatches of the heart. Cellophane the brain. 

Stop breathing. It's ungodlike. 


As if there is a choice. Ask grass to 

solidify, or better, try to quantify the sound of bees.


It was matter of fact, the way 

she picked her way up the mountain, 

topped the outcropping, and stared. 


History called it Punishment. Something she couldn't resist, 

weak as she was. But they failed to detail 

the dancing reflections of godfire, unblinkingly 

memorialized in salt. 

Even her pillar, a cairn of insurrection, 

a hard packed cloud, marking the path.


— Alanna Wray ©



inspired by the artwork Lots Wife by Ann Morris





additional sculptures by Ann Morris (click on image to purchase and for more information)








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