Local image #73
2023, Acylic on board, 30x30cm
R990.00
14 October 2023
A place, a piece of ground, land, that I have spent so much of my life on. It has become part of me. Where do I draw the boundary between me and not me? Why would I want to go, now that you are all I know? How and why should I? Right here, right now. So many things had to happen for me to be here. I am part of this land, and it is part of me now. It is a manifestation of something significant. It is the piece of land you chose for me to be on now. Here, now. Space and time. This space, this time. It is sacred. You want me to be here, to live here, to go about your business here. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If it is I, if it is my will, it will be, you will see. No more words. Bla bla bla, but my will is done in the end anyway. It's been like this for many years now, why will I abandon you now, now that you are closer to me? Stop your judgment, of yourself and others; you do not have the capacity. The only judgment that matters is mine. Scoffers, teasers, what are they to you? Pay them no mind. My word I give to you, now give my word freely, don’t feel bound, freely, let them have it, let my gaze hit them on the side of the faces. Peace. I need you to gain a deeper understanding of me, and that happens with good art, when you advance your aesthetic. The images you construct flow from your aesthetic. Your images of reality, of yourself and me. They affect how you understand me, comprehend me, see me. This construction is a lifelong process, and you will never complete it in this life, so you, an artist, have a lot of work to do. Go do it. I'll be the one if you ask me to. I know, I’ve known before you did. This piece of land I give to you, to go about my business, to humbly go about my business. Stop your judgment, and trust me, you are doing better than you think. I see a boy being gripped by something with long black fingernails, with the head of a horned ram. A preacher. An Arab, with something crouching behind him, like a man with a helmet, goggles, and a red spandex superhero suit, people floating on their backs in the water, vultures. I have chosen you to carry a burden; no one can carry it but you. If you aren't around to carry it, who will? Everyone around you loses out. I see an imprisoned giant, bound by the sands. The sand so bleached now. Squid bay. The lotus eaters.
15 October 2023
Anger, terror, crackling, booming, echoing, rolling, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, dripping, repetition, gripping, grip, grip, grip, grip, grip, gripping, appease, appear, appear, a pear, fruit, forbidden apple, appeal, a peel, peel, peel, peel, peel, peeling, thunder, a beer, a bear stumbling, rumbling, strutting along, a long, long, long, long, long pole dancer, dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing, harmonizing, harmony, Hermione Granger, ranger, rearranging, rain, fe, feange, range, inevitable, inevitability, ability to harmonize, heramn, hrman, hram, herman, haram, hrummmfff, holy, poly, holy, holy, oly, lamb, lion, ox, near, bear, bull, flower power, leaf, leave me alone, fickle friends are leaving, but then you know it was time for them to go, oooo-oo-oo-ooooo-oooo, on moving trucks. The abject, face on, engines on, machines on, computers on, pipers piping, pipe, pipe, pipe, pipe, piping away, pip, pip, pip, pip, pip, pipping away, awry, going awry, following the piper, the pied piper, the black and white piper, the striped black and white piper in his prison garments, in his prison slip, in his lonely slip, who by barbiturate, who by powder, who by avalanche, and who, may I say, is calling? Ripe, rip, rip, rip, rip, rip, repetition, death, catharsis, purification, the aleph, the point at which all points are seen, the point that precedes all differentiation, all categories. The infinitesimal abyss. The maternal cave, the womb. Ecstasy of the ego, when all categories are released, implode, a moment of pure, pure, puerile, evil, evaluation, vale, the torn vale, that our kisses have outworn, dance me to the end of love, beyond love, or to the purpose of love? Ambiguity, drowning in an endless sea, burning in a hopeless dream. Reborn after facing the abject terror of the infinitesimal abyss. Like a phoenix. New, always already old, paradox, a harmony of paradox. A crying lion, a seaweed nymph, a harmonizing lark, a slithering sea snake attacking a meerkat, the council of elders, the Picassian sea, whore, the mammon spider, Homer Simpson, a budding trap, octopus gulf, a mega dam. Holding back the flow of immense amounts of water, below the dam, there are islands of desert form, barren islands of sun-bleached Caribbean sand.
A place, a piece of ground, land, that I have spent so much of my life on. It has become part of me. Where do I draw the boundary between me and not me? Why would I want to go, now that you are all I know? How and why should I? Right here, right now. So many things had to happen for me to be here. I am part of this land, and it is part of me now. It is a manifestation of something significant. It is the piece of land you chose for me to be on now. Here, now. Space and time. This space, this time. It is sacred. You want me to be here, to live here, to go about your business here. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If it is I, if it is my will, it will be, you will see. No more words. Bla bla bla, but my will is done in the end anyway. It's been like this for many years now, why will I abandon you now, now that you are closer to me? Stop your judgment, of yourself and others; you do not have the capacity. The only judgment that matters is mine. Scoffers, teasers, what are they to you? Pay them no mind. My word I give to you, now give my word freely, don’t feel bound, freely, let them have it, let my gaze hit them on the side of the faces. Peace. I need you to gain a deeper understanding of me, and that happens with good art, when you advance your aesthetic. The images you construct flow from your aesthetic. Your images of reality, of yourself and me. They affect how you understand me, comprehend me, see me. This construction is a lifelong process, and you will never complete it in this life, so you, an artist, have a lot of work to do. Go do it. I'll be the one if you ask me to. I know, I’ve known before you did. This piece of land I give to you, to go about my business, to humbly go about my business. Stop your judgment, and trust me, you are doing better than you think. I see a boy being gripped by something with long black fingernails, with the head of a horned ram. A preacher. An Arab, with something crouching behind him, like a man with a helmet, goggles, and a red spandex superhero suit, people floating on their backs in the water, vultures. I have chosen you to carry a burden; no one can carry it but you. If you aren't around to carry it, who will? Everyone around you loses out. I see an imprisoned giant, bound by the sands. The sand so bleached now. Squid bay. The lotus eaters.
15 October 2023
Anger, terror, crackling, booming, echoing, rolling, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, dripping, repetition, gripping, grip, grip, grip, grip, grip, gripping, appease, appear, appear, a pear, fruit, forbidden apple, appeal, a peel, peel, peel, peel, peel, peeling, thunder, a beer, a bear stumbling, rumbling, strutting along, a long, long, long, long, long pole dancer, dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing, harmonizing, harmony, Hermione Granger, ranger, rearranging, rain, fe, feange, range, inevitable, inevitability, ability to harmonize, heramn, hrman, hram, herman, haram, hrummmfff, holy, poly, holy, holy, oly, lamb, lion, ox, near, bear, bull, flower power, leaf, leave me alone, fickle friends are leaving, but then you know it was time for them to go, oooo-oo-oo-ooooo-oooo, on moving trucks. The abject, face on, engines on, machines on, computers on, pipers piping, pipe, pipe, pipe, pipe, piping away, pip, pip, pip, pip, pip, pipping away, awry, going awry, following the piper, the pied piper, the black and white piper, the striped black and white piper in his prison garments, in his prison slip, in his lonely slip, who by barbiturate, who by powder, who by avalanche, and who, may I say, is calling? Ripe, rip, rip, rip, rip, rip, repetition, death, catharsis, purification, the aleph, the point at which all points are seen, the point that precedes all differentiation, all categories. The infinitesimal abyss. The maternal cave, the womb. Ecstasy of the ego, when all categories are released, implode, a moment of pure, pure, puerile, evil, evaluation, vale, the torn vale, that our kisses have outworn, dance me to the end of love, beyond love, or to the purpose of love? Ambiguity, drowning in an endless sea, burning in a hopeless dream. Reborn after facing the abject terror of the infinitesimal abyss. Like a phoenix. New, always already old, paradox, a harmony of paradox. A crying lion, a seaweed nymph, a harmonizing lark, a slithering sea snake attacking a meerkat, the council of elders, the Picassian sea, whore, the mammon spider, Homer Simpson, a budding trap, octopus gulf, a mega dam. Holding back the flow of immense amounts of water, below the dam, there are islands of desert form, barren islands of sun-bleached Caribbean sand.