Lets
begin with the origins of this story, which comes through the virtue of
struggle.
A
story personally peculiar, sitting in-between yet of the culture …
I
saw a hero once
“The
armour, firmly encasing the body… a cloth undertunic hanging down in deep
folds…”
Historical
documents say he was conquered. Maybe he was persuaded to another way of
thinking.
“He
had bitterness for his evil idolatry and dilation of his country…”
He
was from Thebes…
In
a room below ground, a process takes place.
Some
methods are used… But since the tools are inadequate and the framework non
theoretical, it’s difficult to know what comes first?
Can
it be designed - then produced?
Does
geometry or symmetry play part?
‘Form-blind’
working in the abstract is the only means available…
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Drums
resonate through the corridor…
In
other circumstances it might be meditative
Does
sacrifice have a sound track?
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Maybe
an intervention needs to take place here…
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A
maker befriended his model
“He
possessed a marked propensity for creating legends…”
He
told a story of a substance invested with great symbolism. Coveted by many some
saw the potential in harnessing its power and worked hard to master its craft.
He
continues this tale with a king, whose appetite for the substance was
insatiable. The king lost his crown – not defending his kingdom but in a
freakish happenstance.
“He
walked bare foot through ice and snow from the monastery…. “
He
prayed to get it back.
Another
‘hero’ put thoughts to paper
He
dissuaded others from doing the same
Just
get stuck in, try your best - sweep the
remains aside…
Trying
too hard could kill it…
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When
did ‘it’ come into the picture?
Lets
be methodical about this and list the properties…
1. Soft
2. Dark
3. Round
or
a.
Smooth
b.
Dark
c.
Handsome
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Protected
by interlocking circles, He took on a colour for the collective.
Sadly
his “lance, shield and lower parts of the legs are now missing…”
His
arms still work but he’s is unable to march towards the new frontier
Whine
rattle
bizzzzz
buzzzzzzz
Fuck
!
All
things should have the dignity of a name
If
chosen correctly good influences can rub off
In
company?
There
is strength in numbers
What
can boredom unleash?
I
was taught some rudimentary skills once but my memory fails me.
“You
have to persist in being truthful to your intentions”
What
ever they are…
Without
a clock I utilize ancient timekeeping methods
But
with imprecise increments, there’s no idea how long it’s taken to arrive at
‘Untitled’
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Buzzzzzz
A
sign would be welcome…
Autopilot
is engaged, a black object sits in the corner analysis of its contents brought
few results initially.
‘A
day comes when I realise I have a corpse in my hands – relics of a movement in
art that is now passed…’
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Despite
the bad treatment his features survive in the ole polychromy
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He
wears a plaited band upon his tightly curled hair - some would consider it
course.
He
looks awkward in his attire
On
his knees his suffering is approved
A
test for a knight of Faith
How
damaged can something become?
Buzzzzzzz
Become
Buzzzz
Be?
Despite
the decay he is found useful
But
upon investigation there isn’t clue to how he came about
In
tatters he’s handed over for remedial measures, these include hairspray, pins
and a book.
His
scraps have currency, set in a box and put on display to ‘reform’ many
characters.
Curious
fingers fumble leaving him a little less ‘present’ after each outing…
Interactivity
is proving dangerous
Trading
off divine provenance he is peddled to raise funds for a ‘good cause’
Someone
writes an eloquent assessment of the situation
The
critic’s remarks are cutting, drawing attention to his poor condition and failure
to fight to the bitter end.
And
to those who wish to vicariously draw upon a treasury of merit
FIND
YOUR OWN DAMN CRUSADE
‘He’
begins to disintegrate under too much scrutiny
Existing
in doubt
What’s
left could be dead or worse ordinary…