Often re - staging found and imagined conversations and constructed histories I appropriate, re -imagine and mirror back a pseudo fantastical world where visions are commonplace and imagination is rife, revealing a dark world in perpetual crisis. I am currently working with and under hypnosis in an attempt to re-engage as an altered self, looking at where the unconscious meets the conscious creating new systemic structures of belief.
Friday, 4 December 2015
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Saturday, 26 September 2015
an agitation of hands
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Monday, 7 September 2015
Monday, 17 August 2015
Saturday, 15 August 2015
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