The un-retraceable path to god through his forked lightning

Acrylic, pastel and ink on canvas. And who has not spat in the eye of the deceived, poured poison into ears of lambs, and clawed at the meek, to get a glimpse of a beneficent father through the exercising of his vengeance? To glimpse the divine once before knowing you are forever disconnected. Flashes back…

On the Location of Breath

Volume is the velocity of the expulsion of breath made audible.
Within communal worship, experience of the divine is not
achieved through the content of prayer or song but instead
felt through the synchronisation and harmony of breath.
Breathe with me.

Locating this Locating that Locating the other

Making disorientation into a navigable location When the spider bites, I retreat, not like you; you who stand up vital. When the spider bites, I retreat, not like you; you who does not even lift a foot ready to bite back. When the spider bites, I retreat, not like you; you who will endure 28…

A Queer Little God

  Nothing is distinct from its other; the foundation of development is the sinking sun. The hands of youth interlocked in a ring, dancing around the microcosm before “we all fall down” a-tissue, a-tissue, a tissue of life. The object, in phenomenological space, is created from the inside out; neural space constitutes it from the…

The Labyrinth with Personal Emotion (Lust and Death)

May 2003.  I walk through the automatic glass doors of St. Mary’s Hospital, Leeds. My eyes struggle to refocus under the cold exuberance of the fluorescent strip lights that held the building in a state of awful reverence. The stench of bleach burns the inside of my nose as if an antidote to the lassitude…

The Labyrinth within Literary Space

………………………………………….. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” The Labyrinth of literary space will fill your head with ideas, ideas which you can not quite tell what are. Like deja vecu you will swear you can feel the very memory…

The Labyrinth within the Visual Space

A transformative freedom will be found in the Labyrinth within the Visual Space. The walls in which the guards become the prisoners and in which the prisoners become greater than their captive empire, demarcate and validate ritual space. Slave/Master – Master/Slave.  As a creature of imagination you are cocooned and cradled, (if it is a…

The Labyrinth within Corporate Time

Although the weight of Corporate Time can be located within the hubbub of its Consumptive Force, the quiet creative power found within the roots of Production and Distribution are not to be side-lined. Within Corporate Time we often digest production with a passive disregard and in so doing metamorphose the commodity into the Magical Relic:…

The Labyrinth within Natural Time

The Natural world as I see it now, is indivisible from how it was before and what it will inevitably become. Every living cell vibrates with a memory of each stage of its creation and evolutionary development. Every cell vibrates with a future echo of its own demise. These memories, these pre-faces and post-faces that weave…