Monthly Archives: February 2011

Break Through

Found

How will you remember?
The trees and buildings aren’t so tall
And the marks were never marks at all
And you don’t have forever

All the people you owe will make sure you pay up
You seek the darker places once burned by the sun
And friends leave you to your thoughts just long enough
As abandonment sets in and you forget your reasons

Distracted by the trees creeping around where you are
The ground beneath is so soft it feels right to sink, and you hear
The wind and shade dance and sing
Toward the bright death they’ve been watching,
Another dead star just lit up from afar

Don’t see your need to worry
No one wonders where you’ve gone
For the old world you search on and on, but with this dream
And all that haunts is right where you belong

Only ever lost when you wait for them to find you
Within all things you remember you are not

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I worked with a sketch I did a few months ago to create this painting. It’s done on ply wood and the idea behind it is basically about breaking through an image that is unreal and forced and letting the true self emerge from beneath. I wanted a certain strength/wisdom and sense of freedom to come across here so I used blue for its symbolic meanings. The black is used in this way too for purity, authority and truth biting through the flesh and surrounding the eye filled with light. My thought being the dark is always there beyond all light and all light comes from it, so here it’s meant to represent ultimate truth. The whole idea of wearing masks and pretending for others has really stuck with me the last few months in my drawings and for the most part I do like where it’s taken me and what I understand.

The poem I thought went well with what I’m trying to get across in the painting. Knowing what you are and being alright with saying no to what others say you’re supposed to be or do in this life. I don’t have to be where they are or want what they have and it’s never been worth it to pretend otherwise.

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I Get In My Own Way

A Life Enough

A life
But not alive enough
Falling completely and with all love
I’ve long stopped trying to reach above
The sick and quiet I was spun from

Another bone slammed against an edge
Why hurt me when I can simply hurt myself?
There is always something on the floor
With something ugly at my door
My dead face – forever yours

You get into everything and become all of me
The only reason not to live I know I’ll ever need
You are behind saying I won’t knowing that I must
You move me far beyond the cusp
Beyond cut down and broken up

Your moments feel too much
With images of blood and
The sounds of a soaked crunch
Always at my ear; my fill of shame is clear
It’s not right I am still here

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The painting above is older, I just went back and got a much better shot. The poem is newer actually. I recently finished editing many of the latest ones and they have a different vibe to them as many were my attempts to write lyrics. I suppose I’m talking to my “shadow” in this particular one. Sums up my state of mind well enough at the moment. More of the same…

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