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When I took this picture; painted on the side of the Nina Haggerty Centre for the Arts and the Stollery Gallery on 118th. Avenue; I was struck by the silent, unmoving, unnaturalness of a rigid face, a face not in motion; not alive. I was intrigued by the idea of faces on a wall and I wrote this poem.
Faces on a Wall
Tell me a story, young faces of glory
An act on this brick stage.
Emoji stones faces, erases
A blink, a wink, a pout, a rage
Blow me a kiss- I miss.
Granite brow without wrinkles, or crinkles
The rain pouring down never falters – never alters