Summers Sun soaks into my soul, like the sand beneath well travelled feet. August has never passed so quickly, yet it leaves behind a warmth in every memory touched. Day dreams laced with sincerity and colours so sublime, fragments of everything that has ever been and past. I see blue and gold, shapes that transform [...]
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In a town where the words just don’t feel the same, I think of dying. White turns to black and back again, in a room where the doors have no purpose or refrain. Falling down, I feel like I’m flying but I know that the ground will be the last sound that I hear. My [...] Note: This essay accompanies my ‘Identity Art Series’. We reduce, delete, generalise, filter and simplify the outside world to such a degree that our reality is nothing more than a guesswork lattice, mapping fragments of the vista of experience. Information is everywhere, literally. We move through the world unaware of most of the information, perceiving [...] Note: This essay accompanies my Post-it Note Artwork, which forms a part of my ‘Identity Art’ Series. Maybe Post-it notes are the office equivalent of the artists canvas, maybe the 76mm square area is like a window to the soul, maybe it’s just paper and adhesive without context and without hope. Isn’t it strange how [...] It’s thirteen thirty four in the afternoon, and you’ve left me all alone, in a building where the walls hide secrets that lie inside. There’s a difference in the air, or in your hair, but I guess it doesn’t matter, when you’re floating on your cloud, looking down, at everything you’ve ever loved and lost. It’s [...] Strangers passing in the sun, Tonight, she’s on- my mind. Played another winning hand, Tonight, she’s on- my mind. And [...] Hello, hello, hello- Fifteen feet, is all it takes, Everyday, you look my way, It’s cold inside, this absent block, And I wonder if our dreams collide- Corridors that lead nowhere, You and I, Dreams we make that only break, You [...] Washed away eyes, and vacant minds pace a distant shore, waiting for fortunes to change. Time seems to have a way of taking our lives away from us, before we’ve had chance to live. But not today. Although my clock reads 15:18, I know that I’m already late. Countless opportunities have been and gone, far [...] Your perfect eyes, like kisses in the sky. I need you tonight, Your perfect skin, like golden shores divine, |
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