Friday, May 31, 2013

Unable

Words build no bridges.
Not today.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Organation


Titles

THE FUTURE OF DISCIPLINE

PROGRESS IS OUR MOST IMPORTANT PRODUCT

FABRICATED AND ERECTED

DEPENDABLE SOURCE OF EVERYTHING

ACTIVE NEUTRALIST

SIGN OF QUALITY AND TECHNICAL ADVANCEMENT

TO HAVE ASSOCIATES EVERYWHERE

POWER IS BORN HERE

AMERICAN STRENGTH

FORCED INTEGRATION

Unecessary DMZ

Parched, aggravated cavities itch.
Soon soothed by drink.
Distracted by drink.
Purposeful and intended obfuscation. 
Deep itch penetrates and permanent discontent now resides at the core of even the most glacial of my varied states.
Never fully ridden or hidden.
Perpetual, uneasy accord.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Words for a zine on freedom and a painting of a skull


Freedom is real.
Experiencing freedom is an impossibility.
To experience freedom we require language.
Language has rules and parameters.
These rules limit our ability to experience.
We know no freedom.






















The skull.
The skull is mortality.
The skull is death.
Death is real.
Death is experiential.
Death is beyond words.
We can never know death. 

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Preamble

My successful entry to this years 2D section of the Sunshine Coast Art Prize. It is titled, Preamble.


Friday, May 10, 2013

Missing

I haven't written anything of a creative persuasion in quite a while. The urge to write just hasn't been present. In the past I have felt words and ideas swell and gestate in me. My emotional and intellectual, alchemy would brew, fester and then eventually spill out. A gently squeezed, emotional Mt Vesuvius would run through my diaries and in time words would appear on this blog. It is now a most infrequence occurence and is a form of creativity that I wish to reclaim.

The question that I've been working on is why exactly have I stopped writing? The most obvious explanation would be that I've been taking anti depressants again for almost a year now. My resulting emotional stability has removed a great deal of the fuel on which I used to run my writing. In time I look forward to replacing it with a new source of fodder. Something rich, powerful and sustainable.