Though the pace at work upon my return has hasten, I have still found some time to work on a few little projects, updating old sculptures, working on new ones, do a few more illustrations and sketches. But the most prominent project at the moment is a 51 minute sound piece I am putting together for one of my peer’s as part of their degree show display, using various instrumental loops from a selection of songs, strung together into a new composition.
Extract from Motherland of Exiles.
“My mother and I, Kali, we cast out together where I were but a boy, and she was ripe with my sister in her broadening belly.
“For why, certainty escapes me, and clarity eludes me even with those fragments I can recall, pieced from the patchwork of tales between my dear mother’s sobs, when she would lay me down before the open sky when what darkness could fall. With the endless glow of the distant city and the endless blazes that seem to emerge like wisps from the barren earth, throwing shadows only loosely about what little shelter we could find, in our nomadic pursuit aware from ever vigilant and then unknown horrors that would follow us through the haze of timeless days, night could never fully enshroud us.”
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Sometimes the eyelids seem like lead
Heavy weighed on cheek bones under strain
All collapsing singularities
Some hazy view half out of focus
Focal lens bring forth the foreground
Bracken and broken imagery
Out of phase photographs
Misremembering a miasmic moment.
First thing, around 7am, under the morning skylight, a crisp strip of white outlining form, sat beneath it on a bed more comfortable than my own, to go back to sleep for a while, loose half the day, look up and get up again later, when the head has caught up with the body.