I had the Escher print of the hand and the pencil drawing itself. Escher, Bowie and film The Labyrinth will always be intertwined.
If you look through each of the main arches, there is another arch in the distance. Craig Mod having spent time in Japan, and having been to Japan, has got me thinkging about art and geometry. There is a very the foreground, mid and background in most Japanese works I’ve seen.
While there is no persistant observer in the distance - another feature of Japanese art- I am looking for the human element in this to bring back from the abstract. If only there’d been a passenger in the truck looking back this way.
I’ve never been that much of a fan of Bowie’s music, apart from the epic Major Tom. For me his aesthetic, style and presence in The Labyrinth made more of an impression.
It is often in the small and simple things where we find the answer to who we are :)
Home is where the heart is!
Autumn breeze clearing the mind
To live is not this!
He was happy he'd decided to go
I'm stuck here in a society that doesn't let me be where I need to be. Held back by the people who birthed me, by the people who learned me, by the people who will bury me when I have lived my shitty, cynical life. I have three options, One which would bring joy to me that I have not seen in a long time, one which would give me the opportunity for me to be possibly the happiest ever happy in the future, and one which would break me apart. Most likely I will have to choose the latter. The one that will break me. The society that we have created will break me, just like it has broken you without you even knowing. We sit behind our computers, reading other peoples stories because we have none to tell. I am not free,if I go out and find a drink, I get arrested. If I go to the orchard nearby, I get arrested. If I try and build a house on some land that I think looks suitable to raise my family in, I get arrested. Is this how life is meant to be? Is this how we started? Is this how we will end? This may not make complete sense, but that's because it's come right from my heart. I hate western society.
Good luck living in a world like this. I'm off to Alaska.
The farmer's beads
The weight of a memory