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.
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Caught within a thought...
Sleep eludes me once again, the time barks at me from a blinking pale glow that fills my concrete quarters, piercing the stillness that is all around; three a.m., three a.m., three a.m. Each time I close my eyes, images of times of happiness, moments caught that seem to be so far away now. Why are these haunting images that I know will never be more than fleeting phantoms; so difficult to bury like memories of lost times surrounded by moments no longer important to the dealings of today? Photo albums strewed across my unkept bed, pages filled with images of friends, loved ones, a different life across the Atlantic; bittersweet memories. Caught within a thought that spirals like a vortex consuming me from within my very skull, thoughts no longer of why but of when will they fade... when will I sleep and not dwell on the very things I can no longer have. Tortured by my very mind, subject to the whims of a sad soul; only to find my fingers covered in charcoal from etched drawings of beautiful eyes that burnt my very being and no eraser to correct the scribbling of endless attempts to capture the sparkle, the glint of magic in them. To sleep, to not dream, just to fall through endless hours of darkness to wake one morning; to wake and walk away... To sleep.
Saturday, 5 December 2009
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