THE painting for my major work ... acrylic with touches of shellac, blow torched plastic and wire ...




Prologue – the seed

The fruit of a cosmic vibration –
A fleeting union,
Part of inconsiderate tradition.

I am the result, the product – mere commodity.
Unshaped, unrefined, yet to undergo mutation
Necessary for survival in this deformation age.



Chapter one – the growth

Left alone in this savage garden of biased Eden,
Exposed to the elements of the world
My core morphed…

Catalysed by righteous evils,
And sweetly nurtured
By the warm glow of many TV screens.

I felt my core twist and stretch within me,
As it tried to reach impossible things.
And so the first of my never-ending lessons began.

It attempted to tear itself into pieces –
But gave up in the end.
Scrunched into a troubled sphere of frustration.



Chapter two – the shedding

Dissatisfaction haunted me endlessly
As I tried to market myself.
Rejection - the strategy has failed.

Many a souls were tossed into the recycling bin
In search for a better one -
One which would cause I to become me.

When all resources were expired,
I made my own paradigm -
Of shed skin welded together with bitter sap.

This was my temporary cocoon
The elusive time bomb
A manifestation of my bight and cataclysmic end



Chapter three – the incarceration

My time spent encased in oneself was momentous
Infinitesimal space contained my quantum despair
And exorcise it, if somewhat incompletely

Abstract realities precipitated
In the infusion of ambiguous delirium.
I found my ulna, phalanges etc
… myself and more.