We shut the night out;
Bears and beasts and others like us.
Teeth, cold; and the
Monstrous echoes.
Black eyes over tea steam and
Despair.
(As if kissing made it better.)
I don't think I could sleep tonight.
Keep the light on instead, and
By blanketed Devon morning, cover up and
Carry on
Sparse and fasted.
Of course I do all the wrong things.
KARST residency 2013
Putting this here as there is really no other home for it. I found these images from my 2013/2014 graduate residency at KARST Gallery in Ply...
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I get rid of everything, I delete everything. That has included basically every artwork I have ever made, and deleting every Instagram, webs... -
Something to do with obeisance, just me and a snail, bending over backwards under a changing sun and moon.
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