Saturday 19 January 2013

clockwork archway multiple solidified.... squares repeating dirt

More images on Ebay.  As usual click on the images or the links below to bid. 


Been thinking that my artwork is less detached from reality than I thought - that perhaps the intention is to depict life the way it is and the way it will always be.  There's a variety and also a sameness which coexist and blur into a solid unpredictable predictability.

Having objects on a table is different from having the same objects in a bag but the actual act of gripping an object and moving it from one place to another is a bodily function.  My house keys have become an appendage - apparatus for an everyday physical task.

Our object, hands, faces and brains link us to the world like chains - creating a peculiar prison of repeatable experiences.  Life is a collage of objects, bodies and souls.  None them seem to go together well... they all contrast against one another... confused and alone but coexisting in the best way possible.

It looks like a real mess when you look at it all at the same time.  So it's probably best not too.



Limit perception and into smaller compartments.  The grass is over there and the sky is up there and my house is over there.  This doesn't take into account the surprises and you need to always be on the look out for.... intruding elements from compartments your trying to avoid - like muggers.  Therefore it is folly to isolate all the nice elements and eliminate all the intrusive elements.

The above image is pleasant green but full of paranoid potential pit falls that can be defined even if they are not there...  See the red squares accumulating transparently.



And in the night it's even murkier - dangerous shadows and bin bags that look like people.  Private detectives parked outside your house with listening devices.  Faces at the window whilst you sleep.



Then in sleep the brain jellyfies into some shapeless thing and starts throwing together all the compartments of your head into some kind of melting pot where everything ever combines into some mess of imagination.  The awake and nervous idiot is smelted inside a pancake for what will never be an eternity.



And then the whole of everything - all the buildings I've ever passed drop down with me into this vat of illogical fluid.

Watch them float and recombine in better orders.

Heavy lines drawn around their borders all in imitation of their necessary shapes.



Though all the time deep down there is something central and tangible.  Solid and real.

An object/place to aspire to.  To live in and to live as.  A central pivot of myself - a metaphysical spinal cord that thinks and supports - making me better and bigger than the sum of my parts and the sum of everything.
If it were a tangible object it would be made of some old rusty metal, brass perhaps.  It would defy gravity and all expectations and it would be an ornament, an instrument and an entity.
It would live through death, Armageddon and God.



Perhaps it would be built from words - words can shape the world.  Words are intuitive and never really ever random - I can make things up as I go along with words and even if they aren't good words or good sentences I've still managed to change how I feel simply by defining it in a way it's not been defined before.  In the paragraph before this one I created an imaginary object that hadn't been there before - an object to aspire towards and to become one day.  I would very much like to evolve into this imagined object - better than evolving into some amorphous undefined ball of light.  

The image above shows words shaping themselves.  Redefining the image they are built around - I think this is one of my better uses of words on an image and hope to make more images in this style.  Funnily enough though my favourite images seem to sell for the less money.  Though this may be an exception as the colour red seems to be very popular.

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