Demented Confessions 15 – the Future

the future

 

the reaching is absolute

embedded in my skull

that button that screen

 

i don’t see the sun much

i decorate my whiteness

with dark and ancient dreams

 

i’m expected to confess

seven times a day

eight on nature nostalgia day

 

my favorites are the tree egg

and the animatronic moose

but i’m not allowed to touch

 

Poem and art by clinock.

the Future. 6″ x 8″ (15 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

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Demented Confessions 14 – Enigma

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Veiled whispers are reversed.

 Putti are lobotomized.

 The Tree of Life dries and withers.

 Language crumbles

and

disintegrates.

 

Beware of straight black lines she says

and

listen carefully

to the poetry

of clouds.

 

The sky is smudged charcoal.

Birds fly upside down through falling ash.

Time cracks open

torturing music,

fragmenting silence.

 

A mad man wears The Crown.

Oh don’t you hear

the old gods

laughing?

 

 

Poem and art by clinock.

Enigma. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Offering to a darkened sun

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mixed media sculpture by clinock.

H. 9″ x W. 5″ x L. 15″ (H. 23cm x W. 13cm x L. 38cm)

 

 

“People in Vancouver are in one of the best spots in Canada to see the solar eclipse happening Monday morning. The moon will cover about 86 per cent of the sun at the peak of the solar eclipse, happening at 10:21, according to Derek Kief, an astronomer with the MacMillan Space Centre.”

 

 

 

 

Demented Confessions 13 – A Brush With Death

brush w death

sorry, I couldn’t resist

 

a Brush with Death. by clinock. 6″ x 8″ (15 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 12 – TPSCLRC

Renovation Crew

there was a time in my life when i couldn’t ask for help from anyone but this seemingly never ending personal renovation business however necessary was proving to be beyond my skills and sanity and so I confess I called in The Piggy Sisters Chorus Line Renovation Crew and you may laugh my friend but as you see i am not the man i was anymore i am cubified, fragmented and transmogrified into transcendental chaos

that’s how it goes sometimes

 

TPSCLRC. by clinock. 8″ x 6″ (20 x 15 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

 

 

Demented Confessions 11 – Red Bird

Red Bird 3

Red Bird listening,

hearing my old confessions

in feathers and blood.

Red Bird

Red Bird knowing all

the ragged branches of my life

and why I’m falling.

Red Bird 2

Red Bird silently

flying me through arcs of light

to distant thunder.

 

Art and haiku by clinock.

Red Bird. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 10 – Neighbors

Neighbors

And here we are neighbor,

living our city stories,

stacked and layered

side by side,

above and below

each other.

 

The walls are thin,

floors and ceilings creak

like old Dracula movies.

We share our ecstasies and tears,

our celebrations and deaths,

whether we want to or not.

 

Once a month or so

we meet in the elevator

or by the mailboxes

and exchange pleasantries

like speech bubbles in comic books,

colliding.

 

We sit broody in our boxes,

each one of us a beautiful stranger,

a strange beauty in a strange land,

each one of us a gorgeous mystery

waiting for someone to open the lid,

open the door.

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Art and poem by clinock.

Neighbors‘ – 20″ x 12″ (50.8 x 30.48 cm) – wood box with mixed media.

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“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”  /  Bilbo Baggins ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring