'One cannot speak anymore of being, one must speak only of mess.' - Samuel Beckett

Friday, July 08, 2005

Que se jais

My attempts to give meaning to images that I've made in response to curious questions have left me short. Oil on canvas, four feet by four feet (That's ten toes altogether and enough to balance on, more than some.) I need to find words for this. Do I? I must, I'd be as a fool to inarticulate. What reason needs a child? What reason needs a picture? What are the parameters of my responsibility? Quieten history, quieten the voices.