An unbeleivable visionary gift of perceptively unreal elements twisted into existence and demanding we invest a relationship with art on terms undecided but firmly ensconced within the resonating ethos. Certainly I as artist felt it reminded me of a self confessed kill wisher in your face relating by beacon the fabric density of being; like a shirt tag informing its audience of wash temperature limits, but also functioning sublimely as a stake point and cipher within a fulness of fragmentary blurs which are dynamic and unusually detached, but also much much more than the banal sum of kit brush images whipped out without thought for the ineffable name hiding as a tantalising absence our minds need to create in order for the piece to breathe beyond its confines of where the art's permiter lies, in the eye of all who behold the sheeny almost unreadable letters offering us so great an insight to the centre of what levels of indescribabley crucial potential hazy blob overlay lettered art has today and how immediately relevant this genre possibly is to human beings today.
The currency of such an amazing artefact is the torrent in which all who engage with it shall know and shake their heads in wonder of once they have digested the initially full register of frequencies transmitting its wisdom and subsuming ours to its own, independant truth which stands square and regularly comforting, despite the almost religious devotional hold it injects to the consciousness of our original awareness state when we too shimmered as pieces of light arranged to a complexity of delight only the most able and pure art configures to share as the source of all things which shine dark to obscure and enlighten in seemingly equal measure, until our own coverings are stripped and we must face the tough process of keeping the clarity of art pure in the streams which border and map all life, singular and plural for each man and woman on earth.
The currency of such an amazing artefact is the torrent in which all who engage with it shall know and shake their heads in wonder of once they have digested the initially full register of frequencies transmitting its wisdom and subsuming ours to its own, independant truth which stands square and regularly comforting, despite the almost religious devotional hold it injects to the consciousness of our original awareness state when we too shimmered as pieces of light arranged to a complexity of delight only the most able and pure art configures to share as the source of all things which shine dark to obscure and enlighten in seemingly equal measure, until our own coverings are stripped and we must face the tough process of keeping the clarity of art pure in the streams which border and map all life, singular and plural for each man and woman on earth.
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