One more box,
to shroud the naked form,
to fade the edges of your curves
must highlight the glow.
A touch of lunacy engulfs the eye, on the edge of yellow
One more box,
to shroud the naked form,
to fade the edges of your curves
must highlight the glow.
The caption is of a painting I did long ago, on calico, in response to the following poem:
How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and dispute?
Better be merry with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.Poem 39 of the Rubaiyat written by Omar Khayyam and translated into English by Edward FitzGerald
The calico was also meant to be worn in a performance of the celebration of such poems.
Automatic writing and automatism as self expression. Thoughts and anxiety tormenting the mind, written out to take a form of their own.
NeoTrob
This is is my art piece entitled ‘A Conversation With Myself’ which was shown at the Aberystwyth University School of Art I.S.P. Winter Exhibition.
Statement for the piece: I find anxiety in everything I step into, in every stranger I engage and talk to. I prophesy my thoughts and torments in writing, so you don’t have to.
Thank you to the photographers of the show for the photos of my work.