Apartfromthedirt is a vehicle to explore an artist's perceptions of his role in society, the various environments within society, and society as a whole. The Issues that I confront through my work stem from personal experiences and observations.
Monday, 19 April 2010
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
We shall see...
Alright, tonight I will be experiencing a local art opening; set in Manchester, NH. This is my first show since coming back to the US, and I really do hope it will live up to what I'm use to from the growing art scene in Glasgow, Scotland. The show's called, "Material Juxtaposition;" which if we take at face value means the media will be side by side. Hopefully playing off each other, allowing for a growing interaction between the pieces and the viewer. We shall See...
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Treading Water
Since moving back to the states, I've experienced a multitude of lows, even lower lows, a glimmer of alright days. I feel like I'm walking around fumbling, waving my arms wildly, reaching out for anything that resembled my previous lifestyle in Scotland. I've lived in small towns before and survived, but I can't help but feel that so much is missing.
I've discovered that hope is a blessing and a curse; to have hope might allow you to survive the most horrific of circumstances. Giving you an unknown source of strength to venture further and further. Yet, hope can be a destructive force, able to crush any spirit left within yourself. And this doesn't happen just once, it is a re-occurring blow that takes hold of you and twists any feeling you have left until it's black and rotted. This emotional hand grenade not only explodes and destroys any ability to move forward, it tears at you with jagged shrapnel until you are nothing but an empty husk. Funny how this one emotional occurrence can have such an impact on your life. To hold out for the smallest chance that you could regain that which you lost, only to have that glimmer of light burn so cold that you find yourself waking up in the fetal position covered in sweat, gasping for air. During our youngest years, we're told to have faith, and everything will work itself out. And with age, we do buy into that theory; just to survive the monotony of our unsatisfied lives, only to realize that you are the one and only person tormenting yourself. But how do we cease this desire to self harm on an emotional level. Where was the guidance when we first learnt about life and loss to combat the reflection in the mirror. We're just left treading water in a bottomless, black body of water; with no light to guide us to the horizon. Alone. With only yourself to keep you company as you submerge...
I've discovered that hope is a blessing and a curse; to have hope might allow you to survive the most horrific of circumstances. Giving you an unknown source of strength to venture further and further. Yet, hope can be a destructive force, able to crush any spirit left within yourself. And this doesn't happen just once, it is a re-occurring blow that takes hold of you and twists any feeling you have left until it's black and rotted. This emotional hand grenade not only explodes and destroys any ability to move forward, it tears at you with jagged shrapnel until you are nothing but an empty husk. Funny how this one emotional occurrence can have such an impact on your life. To hold out for the smallest chance that you could regain that which you lost, only to have that glimmer of light burn so cold that you find yourself waking up in the fetal position covered in sweat, gasping for air. During our youngest years, we're told to have faith, and everything will work itself out. And with age, we do buy into that theory; just to survive the monotony of our unsatisfied lives, only to realize that you are the one and only person tormenting yourself. But how do we cease this desire to self harm on an emotional level. Where was the guidance when we first learnt about life and loss to combat the reflection in the mirror. We're just left treading water in a bottomless, black body of water; with no light to guide us to the horizon. Alone. With only yourself to keep you company as you submerge...
Monday, 25 January 2010
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