Transience
(in monochrome)
I relish in destroying images in order to create aged yet futuristic other-worldly visions.
Destruction naturally breeds creation and, in creating, we often destroy.
Misplaced objects and imagery of ambiguous symbols of hope and despair, are sometimes deliberately broken down or abstractly placed, but chaotically organised, in order to create patterns that allude to the transitory nature of our existence and that of our planet.
Different perspectives are offered to the original scene with the potential for the viewer to associate with and to question such symbols within his/her own frames of reference.
Transience is a portfolio of a series of digital pigment prints, composed from photographic images taken by the artist, then further broken down into monochromatic prints, and categorised into each of the 5 basic elements: Earth, Fire, Water, Air and Space, illustrative of man’s nature to organise, categorise and control, but also of the transitory balance that naturally exists in the places we occupy.
Each monochrome print emphasizes different symbolic references to the original and in itself, explores the medium of photography as used in its very basic form at the outset of its develoment.
Destruction naturally breeds creation and, in creating, we often destroy.
Misplaced objects and imagery of ambiguous symbols of hope and despair, are sometimes deliberately broken down or abstractly placed, but chaotically organised, in order to create patterns that allude to the transitory nature of our existence and that of our planet.
Different perspectives are offered to the original scene with the potential for the viewer to associate with and to question such symbols within his/her own frames of reference.
Transience is a portfolio of a series of digital pigment prints, composed from photographic images taken by the artist, then further broken down into monochromatic prints, and categorised into each of the 5 basic elements: Earth, Fire, Water, Air and Space, illustrative of man’s nature to organise, categorise and control, but also of the transitory balance that naturally exists in the places we occupy.
Each monochrome print emphasizes different symbolic references to the original and in itself, explores the medium of photography as used in its very basic form at the outset of its develoment.
WOMAN ©
When you walked through the valley in the shadow of Self
Did you turn back
To see the remnant fruits of Freedom’s sigh,
And notice the vultures encaged in the Sparrow’s nest,
With the withering stems of the Dandelion’s breath?
When you bite through the sundried apple of Resolve
Intoxicated by the feathers of Refuge in the sanctuary of Instruction,
And consumed by the luscious seeds of counterfeit adoration,
Prostituting devotion for morsels of Rubble in an asylum of Silence,
Fuelled by Inhibition;
And sanctioned by Influence;
Did you remember the buds of Desire left behind?
Did you turn back
To feel the windswept leaves recoil on your belly
And lay sleep the entrails of illicit cravings,
To awaken only when shadows shriek.
When you walked through the valley in the shadow of Self
Did you turn back
To see the remnant fruits of Freedom’s sigh,
And notice the vultures encaged in the Sparrow’s nest,
With the withering stems of the Dandelion’s breath?
When you bite through the sundried apple of Resolve
Intoxicated by the feathers of Refuge in the sanctuary of Instruction,
And consumed by the luscious seeds of counterfeit adoration,
Prostituting devotion for morsels of Rubble in an asylum of Silence,
Fuelled by Inhibition;
And sanctioned by Influence;
Did you remember the buds of Desire left behind?
Did you turn back
To feel the windswept leaves recoil on your belly
And lay sleep the entrails of illicit cravings,
To awaken only when shadows shriek.
SOIL (3)
(in monochrome)
HEAVY HAND ©
Twisted stems and swirling leaves
Bend to fake devotion,
Replicas of shadow beings
Unite in void awareness,
Sunbeams cast a smile between
And phlegm holds weeds of fortune,
But oiled hands sculpt slivered stones
While debris dance in wasteland,
To vanished songs renounced in need
For decayed gems of softness.
When dusk regains its silent voice
And echoes illuminate the darkness,
Spangled germs will fuse the fallen
And bleed from burgeoning arrows.
Twisted stems and swirling leaves
Bend to fake devotion,
Replicas of shadow beings
Unite in void awareness,
Sunbeams cast a smile between
And phlegm holds weeds of fortune,
But oiled hands sculpt slivered stones
While debris dance in wasteland,
To vanished songs renounced in need
For decayed gems of softness.
When dusk regains its silent voice
And echoes illuminate the darkness,
Spangled germs will fuse the fallen
And bleed from burgeoning arrows.
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