Sunday, 9 August 2009
Head In The Clouds.
"She sung about it proud,
Wistfully denying the truth
that hung above her head
like a dark cloud."
Wistfully denying the truth
that hung above her head
like a dark cloud."
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
I take my camera nearly everywhere i go.
Looking at shapes an forms in an objective and abstract way.
When i was a kid, i was the child that my mother would loose in the supermarket beacause i would be off on an adventure of my own. In my own little world that no-one really understood.
I do this on a regular basis still.
Studying objects colours and forms around me (natural and man-made)... so much so, they begin to transform into something else. Like when u ressemble shapes and figures in clouds.
They are part of my everyday life. Thus inspiring me and stimulating my imagination. I Loose my self so often that i sometimes feel that i live in the realms of these imaginary forms....lost, but happy. In my own world.
Looking at shapes an forms in an objective and abstract way.
When i was a kid, i was the child that my mother would loose in the supermarket beacause i would be off on an adventure of my own. In my own little world that no-one really understood.
I do this on a regular basis still.
Studying objects colours and forms around me (natural and man-made)... so much so, they begin to transform into something else. Like when u ressemble shapes and figures in clouds.
They are part of my everyday life. Thus inspiring me and stimulating my imagination. I Loose my self so often that i sometimes feel that i live in the realms of these imaginary forms....lost, but happy. In my own world.
Perspex Scentences.
Bonding through association.
Moving in curves not angles.
Connecting...
But Plastic words
lead to perspex scentences
and progression in our connection collapses.
So...your back again.
Whats your story?
An exhalation of annoyance
as i apprehesivley wait for answers
But i would never dare.
Perplexed and Paralysed by you
unpredictable portrayal.
There is no-one to blame...
or cause heartache on each others name
Because the outcome is just the same...
Moving in curves not angles.
Connecting...
But Plastic words
lead to perspex scentences
and progression in our connection collapses.
So...your back again.
Whats your story?
An exhalation of annoyance
as i apprehesivley wait for answers
But i would never dare.
Perplexed and Paralysed by you
unpredictable portrayal.
There is no-one to blame...
or cause heartache on each others name
Because the outcome is just the same...
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