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[size=150]NATURE AND VANITY[/size]


[size=75]Swastika[/size]

The Duck is the most metaphysical of animals. He inhabits the Trinity; all three worlds, Land, Air and Water. [size=200]▿◃▵▷[/size]


[size=75]Duck- the character[/size] sȝ


[size=75]Two Ducks[/size]


[size=75]Duck Pond[/size]

All the cryptic pages in the book of your life have turned,
the rope has come off its axis, and the bomb swung into the sun.
Your life and death amount to a nuclear blast on the surface of the sun.

Ships sent course’d long since past/
find not the ports for which they cast/
but others than had been there last.


[size=75]Small bird[/size]

[size=200]†[/size]

[size=75]Alla A.[/size]

I bought this self-portrait of Alla A. for twenty-five cents at the fairground.

One-hundred thousand beggars raise/
and shout to God reprieving praise:
In Excelsis Deo!


[size=75]Jesus, Adam and Eve[/size]

He gave his life away/
'cause it was nothing anyway.


[size=75]Juice[/size]


[size=75]Priest[/size]

Anchorites run down from the hills, and cut their nails and hair/
and swear/
they admire the good-natured, dumb robustness of men.

Ελλάς

The Song of the Celestial Spheres/
is ringing in my ears.


[size=75]Sword & Shield[/size]


[size=75]Shield[/size]


[size=75]Spear[/size]


[size=75]Stand![/size]


[size=75]The World Destroyed[/size]


[size=75]Grecian[/size]


[size=75]Bacchant[/size]


[size=75]Ἀρτέμιδος[/size]


[size=75]Ἀφροδίτη[/size]

Deus Natura est


[size=75]Flora[/size]


[size=75]Nature[/size]

Seed pods/
that are stars/
float circling/
and fall like snow in banks.


[size=75]Earth Mother[/size]


[size=75]Wild Hair[/size]


[size=75]Watermelon Eve[/size]


[size=75]Serpent Adam[/size]


[size=75]I won’t be shamed; I won’t be tamed[/size]


[size=75]Flower in Vase[/size]


[size=75]Pine[/size]


[size=75]Tree of Life[/size]

You are like the cat/
who sits on grain.

Emblazoned across the the starry sky.
She/
little her/
knows what It is like.
And all of time will pass in a black instant.


[size=75]Mourn[/size]

And then a ponderous silence.


[size=75]detail 1[/size]


[size=75]detail 2[/size]


[size=75]detail 3[/size]

One moment’s impetuosity/
makes us corrupt for all our life.

MATHS

Art does not breakdown under pressure,
because it was created under stress.


[size=75]First Love[/size]


[size=75]Profile, sevenths[/size]


[size=75]Hight and Depth, profile[/size]


[size=75]Angles[/size]


[size=75]Profile, left[/size]


[size=75]κόσμος[/size]


[size=75]Hight and Width, front[/size]


[size=75]Monster[/size]


[size=75]Woman[/size]


[size=75]Forty-five degrees[/size]


[size=75]Form, no content[/size]


[size=75]Body, scale[/size]


[size=75]Golden Section[/size]


[size=75]detail1[/size]


[size=75]detail2[/size]


[size=75]detail3[/size]


[size=75]Compass and Protractor[/size]


[size=75]Pine Bough[/size]


[size=75]Four Elements[/size]


[size=75]Table[/size]

Soft
The room is hard/
the air is nothing/
you are not there.


[size=75]Room[/size]


[size=75]detail1[/size]


[size=75]detail2[/size]


[size=75]detail3[/size]


[size=75]Room, revision[/size]


[size=75]detail1[/size]


[size=75]detail2[/size]

Scratch at it/
'til it tears open.

A knife cuts cloth/
like the shadow of a knife cuts the shadow of cloth.


[size=75]Shadows[/size]


[size=75]Lighthouse[/size]

Marks in the Dark

A chamber dark and vast/
admits a tiny light;
it is the day.

The shimmering light/
is fleeting fast/
into the grainy night.


[size=75]The World Machine[/size]

We play with blocks;
this is the night of noon.


[size=75]Fishers (unfinished)[/size]

Those who fish the deep/
must expect pulling up monsters.

[size=200]野[/size]


[size=75]Plain[/size]


[size=75]detail1[/size]


[size=75]detail2[/size]

is this just to showcase your work? either way i reckon your drawings would improve is you weren’t aiming for precision so much, scrap the grids and maths :smiley:

[size=200]Pp[/size]

Thank-you for your comment and criticism. I do not think that I will be getting any better, as for the time being this project is finished; but you are astute in seeing that I was learning how to draw.

Sometime ago, it began to occur to me that symbols made more useful margin notes than did words; and gradually these “letters” increased in complexity until I decided to put aside the keyboard and the ballpoint pen and “write pictures.” Pardon the crudity of my technique, but the whole project is defined in the OP, the duck glyph is a sort of a letter; in fact, the Egyptians had such a letter. The letter has so many strokes, and the strokes have such and such a form; in fact, a Chinese dictionary is organized in just this way, by strokes and radicals. The combination of these strokes makes up characters, words and entire stories. The first image, Swastika, is (sadly) one of the only “letters” I did learn to write well. Other glyphs I was able to write include the hand in certain poses (and just like the Mudras, each of these are words), leaves, some trees and flowers…

And inversely, as I began to read the “letters” and the words I had written, I was drawn deeper and deeper into a mysterious esoteric language, the same one written on cave walls and also by pre-literate children, and which Faust was meditating on when he made out Mephistopheles. I conjured my own monster late one quite night, it is “written” above: Monster. A monkey sitting at a typewriter is not likely to produce many sentences even, and this is the reason for the lack of theme in Room or Plain. I am none the the less quite bemused and scared by the secret cipher I found; like a dog discovering he can read.


[size=75]Late night visitors[/size]


[size=75]Late night visitor[/size]


[size=75]Dancer[/size]


[size=75]A reading throught the black wreath[/size]


[size=75]The Idea of God Machine[/size]


[size=75]detail1[/size]


[size=75]detail2[/size]


[size=75]detail3[/size]

Just as there are those who will repeat after us everything we have said,
so, there are those who will mirror us with contradictions.

sounds like an interesting concept from what i can interpret. it reminds me of dream language, in how the images represent feelings are thoughts etc. through free association (is the term?) :sunglasses:


[size=75]House[/size]


[size=75]detail1[/size]

Content with candy?
Little twinkle in your eye/
like a star up in the sky/
does an incendiary core in lie.


[size=75]detail2[/size]

Vanity of Morality,
huge and ridiculous:
like the oaf/
who only slowly and gradually realizes/
that he is walking/
on a strange people’s burial land.


[size=75]Dervish[/size]

Beauty, Truth and Morality,
Are each the daughters/
of Piety.

When Beauty wants/
to put up her hair,
Wires tighten/
on her wrists fair.

Truth in dress/
locks twisted back,
Wires pierce/
her pupils black.

Pretty Morality/
her hair twisted with ties,
Wires tourniquet-amputate/
her at the thighs.

To exalt/
is to torture these lovely girls,
if their hair’s not plain/
but up in curls.


[size=75]Which falls faster…?[/size]


[size=75]Ego[/size]


[size=75]Rorschach[/size]


[size=75]Self referential paradox[/size]


[size=75]Wheat[/size]


[size=75]Sickle[/size]


[size=75]Sanity[/size]

A tortured mind gives up its secrets.


[size=75]Time[/size]


[size=75]Freedom for all now![/size]


[size=75]God[/size]


[size=75]Welcome to Hell[/size]


[size=200]FIN[/size]