Then the rib which the Lord God had taken from the man;
He made into a woman and He brought her to the man.
And Adam said "This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh;"
I cannot love for all I've ever loved is you;
you have consumed my heart.
My mind may lose its force;
My blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain,
But there is that within me which shall tire
Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire
my end has come;
it will wash me away from myself
Love is as strong as death,
as hard as Hell.
Death separates the soul from the body,
but Love separates all things from the soul.
stones, bones and a pocketful of storm clouds is my latest collection of works on paper and linen. Check it out friday 6th november from 6pm at 103 Brunswick st, fortitude valley.... Its just under three weeks away!!!!
ReplyDeletestones is my second solo show of the year after my show 'gypsy' at 19karen at mermaid beach.
This work features a revised technical perspective and a more foreboding aesthetic than much of my previous work but feels like 'the next step'.
Of this latest body of work -
I explore the notion of fragility be it emotional, physical or mortal and it has thrust itself violently into my consciousness. It wasn't a question of whether I wanted to explore this topic, but rather that I had no choice but to try and understand this chaos and why it was relevant to me and my familiars.
Hope to see you friday 6th november! xxxxx