"WELCOME TO MY MIND"
38" x 30", Graphite on paper
The pressure of the imagination on the artists shoulders. This is my baby that was created over the period over 2008-2010. Begun in Australia and finished in Canada, this piece has travelled the world with me. The design came about from my days working in a full time job that was not me. The pressure of my ideas in my head became too much. I would run home every day and design this, I would sit quietly on my lunch breaks sketching up ideas. It was an incredible process that I feel shaped my future. This is very close to where I want to be as an artist. Surreal, intricate and forever intriguing. I hope you like this one. If it had never sold, I would have been a happy man. But it has found a very beautiful home which I am grateful for. Thank you Jackie. (:
Amazing things happen some times.
I was in Stanley Park showing my art one day when a woman named Kristina walks up, has a nice chat then sees this piece. She was really taken by it, which in my mind as an artist is the greatest honour. Kristina asked if she could write a poem about it for me.
Here it is......
Welcome to My Mind
As light grabs it round the throat
And thrusts a hand between its thighs.
What follows is a strobing coitus
And a climax far more textured than grey;
An affair that is not about healing
For what squirms and breaks
Can never scab.
It is about the throb of grief
And its scrambled voice;
The mass of life
Awkwardly shifting its weight
From pain to relief
And back again;
About something forced to sit still and upright
That is more comfortable
Balanced on its haunches.
These affairs are the ferocious restlessness
Of a mind, who,
Like the ocean,
Of its own strength
Nor the physics of swell
But only knows how,
Instinctively sensing the fatality
Dripping and spent,
The light recedes
And shadow swells with their love-children,
Those delicate rejects, limping misfits:
Eve's headless, mermaid doppelganger;
An hourglass whose salt has dissolved
So a small ocean pulses
Through the glass tapered belly
Keeping the time of oceans and moon;
A thousand-tentacled beast -
The mutant offspring of prehistory
Interbreeding with the future.
These and others coexist
In this stewing underworld
Above my shoulders
Where usurped gods wander forlornly
Treading oily roads
That writhe beneath their soles,
That spread like fingers:
The paradox is not lost on them
As they find themselves
In someone else's palm.
I come across them
Amidst one of my cerebral forests
Of key-shaped trees
Draped in nerve-ending vines
And attempt a greeting:
"Welcome to my mind."
But they stand agape,
Marveling at the volume
Of the ashen inhabitants fostered here
Who are so weightless and necessary
They are often forgotten
Like the darkness between stars.