click on the link to view this short video i made in 2005 (using digital images i 'drew' with software called Dogwaffle).
The Fool falls asleep beside a river, and a bird flies overhead. He dreams of finding a doorway, entering and meeting the Other. Very quickly, what began as a beautiful dream turns into nightmare, and the Fool is badly wounded by the cruel thwarting of his innocent love. Yet out of that pain emerges tranquillity, and the messenger bird soon arrives with news of a happier future. At last the Fool finds joy with a kindred soul, and dances with delight. The bird reveals itself as an angel, and a goldfish leads the Fool back to the dark river where the dream began.
years ago i created a language - eventually it had 800 or more words.
in the 1990s i wrote a poem in this language, and at this link you can hear it spoken:
the poem is called 'Kora Ziko Quaga'. this means 'Love is the Law'.
i created the sounds and visuals on the video.
I am a painter. People sometimes ask me 'what kind of painting' I do. So I interviewed myself to find out...
a day of half-measures;
touching and just missing:
slightly off-centre
waking to a world
better than its dreams,
the snail delights in the rain
buzzard skywards
spiralling: leaves behind no marks
that i can discern
plum blossom and forsythia
lit by the moon:
both equally white
each year the trees
blossom more beautifully
but my own flowers fade
rummaging in the bag
for a haiku, i found instead
empty space
if it's true that
we reincarnate, then we are
our own ancestors
my kind of season: this
soft grey sky; bare twigs
just breaking into bud
change the world
one doubt at a time: ask the
impossible question
haiku? can't do.
brain needs defragmentation -
possibly new software
i load up my plate
with the future. the notice says:
all you can eat!
branches swamped with birds
the trees give voice: each twig
a-buzz with birdy news
this morning there was no world
beyond the dense white fog
which wrapped the field
primroses return: pale
at the foot of the ash tree,
snuggled in grass
leafless twigs, painted
on one side with soft dabs
of reddish-orange light
