Why is it that visual artists are expected to explain their work in a literary sense, we’ve already been slaving over whatever it is that drives us, do we really have to spell it out. Look at it, figure it out.
Once you’ve ripped through the skin and muscle Bloody bones appear in the moonlight The ivory machines and abstract clockworks Filling the air of the smell of the unmasked treasure It’s to dark for the beast to eat Sunrise will bring appetite and the rot
Walking, talking, bitching, creating, mostly full of water beings of tremendous capacity. Deep beneath the veins muscles and blood lays our most precious and strongest structures, our foundations of life; the bones that carry us from place to place, moving with such grace and agility. We may really on our minds to bring us through …
The Object was found washed up on Playa de Ropa Mexico in the 1970’s and hidden away for years by an old fisherman. It was discovered among his things by his son when he died. It was most certainly a bone of some sort, but from what he couldn’t guess.