Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Our first catch of the day / I drink all your milkshake.

Culture is the passive back drop to the activity of the rich.

Their activity is the true art. It is the collusion and interaction of people with real wealth and power.

It is a thing we are not allowed to know.

We are not involved.

Our music, literature, painting, theatre, dance; is a designed thing to quieten the poor and the weak.

It is a pacifier to shut us up.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Death to the opposition.

Distrust ill feeling.

Personal taint, universal.

Pervasive, undermining.

Basis of understanding.

Quiet erosion.

Provision of lazy resolution.

Easy truth.

No sanctuary.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Peace and long life

Stillness starts.

Removal and release.

Then internal freeze.
Maintained with medication.

This complex of wet wires,
is a complex of misfires.
Arrested in chemical repetition.

This desired malfunction leads to a limp and bloodless excess.

That which is thick and runs hot must be made thin and passionless.

Granting us all a final gift.

A clear, frozen exit.

Removal and release.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Delete

I find it odd that comments would be left on my blog one day and gone the next. What would prompt someone to write a comment and then delete it? It was a nice comment too!!! Oh well.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Meaning

As it turns out, the meaning of life was right behind me. Thank you Mr. Hanney for pointing this out to me.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Ducks on a pond

A person sits in a room pondering how to bring meaning to the night time.
The person is me.
There is nothing special about this as it is something we all struggle with.
Lately though, over the last couple of nights, it has weighed more heavily on my mind than usual. Activity is generally my solution to this problem.

Exercise.
Painting.
Singing.
Drinking.

Unfortunately, often, all of this seems like empty work.
Tonight I want to know how to end these questions.
I want to know how to bring richness, clarity and peace to my life.
Does the solution reside in people? In friends and lovers? In family?
Work?

There is probably no answer.
I suspect that life is a unknowable curiosity and that there is nothing of substance to be gleaned from our lives.
No conclusions to draw.
No solid ontological base to work from.
No truth, fleeting or permanent.

Enough. I'm not going to ever reach any reasonable resolution.
Not tonight anyway.

So, goodnight.

A small sample of paintings on canvas (30cmx30cm) executed since Christmas just past.





A few selected works on paper (A4 and A5 size) executed since Christmas just past.