something i wrote on my bike ride.
How simple it would be to be a spider
I would find a hole and I would hide there
I’d spin a web and catch my prey
just as I had done to me.
I’ve been tied me up in this silken web
which binds me so tightly so
the tension of those pirouettes
until my heart gives in, lets go.
Love me like a tender flower
tear me up in a thunder storm
the generous kisses by a hollow tree
bracing sadness through roots beneath
fictitious love may scratch in deep
though deep enough we all can bleed
those racing hearts grow tiresome still
as mine should do, one thump, two.
I think I’d like to be a spider
so I can find a hole and I could die there.
a testament to frequent, detrimental mood swings.
in relation to a previous post, a quick google and I’ve got a visual for my metaphor. loser.
-woah-. After posting this i just saw the colour of the brown thread, i don’t like that.
My use of the beast was a humble vehicle for the medium to be manipulated as a form of expression which begun with no clear intention after a series of futile and grinding portraits and still life paintings. What I also find quite interesting is the potential to depict very human emotions such as; fear, joy, love, and sadness and to convey them through use of the animals and the tactile and transient nature of the medium in a way which is honest to myself .
neurotic
The way life goes on and on it’s not hard to see that it moves in circles. What you experienced a time a go is more than likely to happen again, though it’s not an unbreakable cycle because the individual caught up in it has every opportunity to alter it. Maybe it’s not a cycle, maybe it’s more like a spindle and what we do, we’re the thread and it can either continue around or follow on to another.. I’m just trying to think of a visual metaphor for myself and for how things seem to maintain while i exist. I say this because without realising, I continued to ravel myself on the same spindle and i want out. My very second post on here was a testament to becoming brand new, “who am i becoming?” just over two and half years a go and it seems nothing has changed except the the thread because result thrown seems to be all too familiar. And it’s all my fault.
I’m feeling invisible
Maybe tomorrow I’ll get my hair cut.
Portrait of my mum using Pallet knives, oil on paper..
There’s a little more to this than I initially dreamt up, though I’m not sure how I will be able to begin I’ll just jump in at why I did it..
My mum has a big affect on my practice because she’s always said that it’s not really art unless it looks like what it’s supposed to be so as far back as I can remember that’s been my main goal, not photorealism but recognition! If someone who hasn’t ever studied art can understand it then mission accomplished in one respect! I suppose that’s a little background on me as an artist..
This piece was taken from a photo I snuck of her while she had 5 minutes for herself to roll a cigarette, have a coffee and maybe a biscuit or two whilst she did house work.. her busy life which is filled by caring for other people is what I was thinking off while painting this, though I’m not sure this is conveyed in the image I believe that the transient nature of the piece is amplified in a way through the use of using paper which I regard as such a quick, none threatening material, unlike canvas.
I’ve decided to take a leaf out of Sera Wyn’s book and I’m going to start keeping Tumblr as a sort of Digital portfolio as well as a pestering to announce my inspirations and melancholia!
For everyone who isn’t already, follow Sera.. http://serawyn.tumblr.com and like all her things because they’re more interesting than my rubbish and it makes her smile.
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, take a note of this:
One of you is lying.” Unfortunate Coincidence - Dorothy Parker
urgh
pretty rotten mood all of a sudden, totally sweet. Tumblr, you vent.
